Planting a tree...

Dal put up a new post about planting a tree in honor of Forrest. I think that's a good idea, but not just because it honors a man, but honors the earth, our home. Making more oxygen is a good thing!  And like the practice of giving salt to a stranger, planting a community of trees is a sincere gesture of friendship. I think the chase has inspired many friendships, and Forrest's list of friends has grown exponentially over the last several years.

I'm going to have to think about the tree I plant, though, and where I'm going to plant it. I'm moving soon, so I won't plant it at the home I'm in now. I may plant it at the one place I'm most fond of calling my home thus far -- a place in Merritt Island, FL. I'll see if I can make that happen.

One thing that's occupying my spare time is studying the words in the poem as they're written--meaning the part of speech they're used as in the poem. Very interesting to see how many have gone wrong! For example, and I know many of you already know this, but "down" in both instances of the poem, is a noun. So, not a direction or depth at all.

I've parsed the poem in the early days of my chase, but I've lost all the notes in the thousands of notes I've taken, so I had to start over, and I think this time, I got different results from applying the knowledge I've gained since then. And as I study the word meanings in depth, I'm seeing the "recipe" or "instructions" (use whatever word you want), in a new light. It'll be interesting, and maybe surprising, to see where this sidewalk ends. :)