How do they?

How do ponderous clouds roll overhead and leave only a few dribbles of rain? Or none? Are they saving what they carry for 20 miles east northeast? How does the sun pour a yellow fountain of light through a gap in these rolling monsters? Do they choose to take a long stride and in its wake, pull this light pour through?

How does a grey squirrel scurry painlessly atop a stockade fence’s honed points? How does this squirrel know he can leap five feet from one skinny dogwood branch end to a nearly as scrawny mulberry tree limb and not lose hold?

How do the leaves of a white oak, turning beautiful rust-red and then falling to the ground, not detach from their twig, rather, as a community of 3 or 5 tug it out of its socket and bring it groundward with them? How do leaves of red oak, black oak, scarlet oak, not?

How is one man able to sell you a pair of your own used socks, and another able to infuriate you just by his voice?

How do robins choose which dogwood berry to grab? How do sparrows know where the first one to lift off is headed next and follow without time lapses or wrong turns? How do chickadees pluck shell-on sunflower seeds without dropping them, flit away from the feeder with the shell-on sunflower seed intact, and wedge said shell-on sunflower seed under the skin of an arborvitae?

How do bees, for that matter, disgorge pollen from sunflowers with dislodging the seeds?

How does one person minutely disassemble a swiss-movement timepiece and not be able to reassemble it, and how does another receive said parts, unsorted, and recreate said timepiece?

How does shouting make a point more important?

How does whispering give import to a story?

How does a crow know there is a coin jammed in the vending machine outside the grocery store?

How do cats know it is 4:23pm (their designated dinner hour)?

How does a calla lily, how does an amaryllis, grow new shoots in a basement?

How does a person not forget motor skills left unused for years, decades?

How does trust happen?

How does a forgiveness happen?

How did music come to be?

How does a person choose to like a color and dislike a color?

How do skunk cabbages impale ice and rise?

How do trees recover from rough weather?

How do fragile tulips shove through dirt?

How does peace get made?

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Author: Kate Hemenway

I like to explore, to observe. I like to be within what is around. There is always something to wonder about and to ponder. There is always something.. My favorite ways to get to places are bicycling and walking; or reading, or thinking, or asking. Please feel free to ask back, as I continue to wonder out loud, express joy or concern, or, sometimes, talk through my hat.

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