Wood Anemone

I suppose all of the books you read affect you. Some more than others. It is impossible for me to listen to a sermon on hell or Satan without bringing up images from Milton's Paradise Lost. I'm reading excerpts from Henry Thoreau right now. He talks about going back to check on a plant in the woods over and over again to see it grow/bloom/go to seed. I can totally relate. Plus you just gotta love a guy who enjoys walking through a swamp.