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This time for sure
Jun. 23rd, 2003 12:20 amI've been having trouble updating my journal for several days. I don't feel much like typing a whole screed only to find it won't post.
Well, holy shit, look at that, it worked. I still don't know what happened, but I'll take its working.
Let's see.
Phenology:
A female whitetail dragonfly; fat spotted robin fledglings, sitting in the mulberry tree surrounded by berries, full-sized except for a lack of tail feathers, opening their huge beaks and yelling while their much slimmer parent zipped around filling their gaping mouths up. Chickadees have returned after a monthlong absence. I saw my first butterfly in the yard, a fritillary on the blooming milkweed; also two monarchs chasing one another in the neighbor's yard. And a twelve-spotted skimmer. Both the dragonflies are familiar, but I haven't seen them in the yard before.
The roses are definitely past it. Shasta daisies, common yarrow, a mystery weed that Minnehaha K. tells me is wild four o'clock, white clover, sundrops (just starting), allium caeruleum, and chives, and pink peonies (late beacause they are in the shade) and ornamental sage, and a purple allium not large enough to be what I thought I planted. Daylilies have buds. And I have a revenant. Four or five years ago I cleared out one of the beds on the north side of the back yard and put in a bunch of blue and white chimney bellflower, and a yellow columbine and yellow daylily. Then they turned up the gravity for a whole year and it was a dry summer and, I thought, everything died. But I was pulling some of the motherwort out of that bed, and lo and behold, one of the white bellflowers was there and blooming. Whee.
Pamela
Well, holy shit, look at that, it worked. I still don't know what happened, but I'll take its working.
Let's see.
Phenology:
A female whitetail dragonfly; fat spotted robin fledglings, sitting in the mulberry tree surrounded by berries, full-sized except for a lack of tail feathers, opening their huge beaks and yelling while their much slimmer parent zipped around filling their gaping mouths up. Chickadees have returned after a monthlong absence. I saw my first butterfly in the yard, a fritillary on the blooming milkweed; also two monarchs chasing one another in the neighbor's yard. And a twelve-spotted skimmer. Both the dragonflies are familiar, but I haven't seen them in the yard before.
The roses are definitely past it. Shasta daisies, common yarrow, a mystery weed that Minnehaha K. tells me is wild four o'clock, white clover, sundrops (just starting), allium caeruleum, and chives, and pink peonies (late beacause they are in the shade) and ornamental sage, and a purple allium not large enough to be what I thought I planted. Daylilies have buds. And I have a revenant. Four or five years ago I cleared out one of the beds on the north side of the back yard and put in a bunch of blue and white chimney bellflower, and a yellow columbine and yellow daylily. Then they turned up the gravity for a whole year and it was a dry summer and, I thought, everything died. But I was pulling some of the motherwort out of that bed, and lo and behold, one of the white bellflowers was there and blooming. Whee.
Pamela
