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Now it's May
May. 3rd, 2004 04:38 pmWriting: a bit dribbly. A hundred words here; two hundred there; three hundred on a lucky day. Still, it's all a form of forward momentum. Thanks to a remark from Eric, I know what Meredith looks like now, but we haven't seen her yet. Ruth and Randolph would talk for A HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS if allowed. Some people's characters.
Phenology: Everything is trying to explode, but is being held back as if by a very fanciful stfnal force field by the coolness of the weather. We had frost last night, but it doesn't seem to have ravaged anything much hereabouts.
The white violets are blooming. In addition to Canada violet, which has a pinkish patch on the back of the upper petal and a pure white interior with some yellow in the center, I've got white violets with a purple-gray patch in the center. They are very copious this year, and are providing an excuse not to mow the back yard. The little purple violets are also blooming. They too have spread out a lot. The dame's rockets have buds, but they haven't made that last leap skyward yet. I may have lost two rosebushes. The less fortunately sited White Rose of York has some growth near the ground, but it's not own-root, so I don't know for sure what's down there. I'll let it demonstrate itself if it likes. One of the anemones I planted a few years ago and thought lost has returned with one huge bud. The orange ice pansies are blooming right below the purple tulips. That's nicely startling. The phlox has come back, and the physostegia and echinacea have emerged. I lost my bleeding-heart; don't know why. The columbines have buds. The lilies of the valley are blooming, but it's been so chilly that their scent is not pervading the air as it usually does.
Raphael and I have been having some delightfully giggly conversations. Since "Yes, ma'am, you cuss out the forces of nature and I'll just stay here in the kitchen" had such a success with my readers, I'd like to report the conversations, but they are not actually transcribable. Too complex to be transcribed, as was said on a famous occasion.
Didn't go to Powderhorn May Day; didn't feel festive. David and Lydy didn't go either. David says that he took 1400 photographs in the month of April. I wonder if that might be a record.
Had nice but brief tea with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elisem, and agreed we should do so more often.
Other news, decidedly ugh. The news out of Iraq, while unsurprising on some level, is so horrific one can't be calm about it, and given that people actually sent hate mail to CBS for daring to tell the truth, I can't even hope that at least all this ghastly business will make its ultimate perpetrators lose the election. On a smaller scale, finances continue to be uncooperative and to create record stress levels.
Pamela
Phenology: Everything is trying to explode, but is being held back as if by a very fanciful stfnal force field by the coolness of the weather. We had frost last night, but it doesn't seem to have ravaged anything much hereabouts.
The white violets are blooming. In addition to Canada violet, which has a pinkish patch on the back of the upper petal and a pure white interior with some yellow in the center, I've got white violets with a purple-gray patch in the center. They are very copious this year, and are providing an excuse not to mow the back yard. The little purple violets are also blooming. They too have spread out a lot. The dame's rockets have buds, but they haven't made that last leap skyward yet. I may have lost two rosebushes. The less fortunately sited White Rose of York has some growth near the ground, but it's not own-root, so I don't know for sure what's down there. I'll let it demonstrate itself if it likes. One of the anemones I planted a few years ago and thought lost has returned with one huge bud. The orange ice pansies are blooming right below the purple tulips. That's nicely startling. The phlox has come back, and the physostegia and echinacea have emerged. I lost my bleeding-heart; don't know why. The columbines have buds. The lilies of the valley are blooming, but it's been so chilly that their scent is not pervading the air as it usually does.
Raphael and I have been having some delightfully giggly conversations. Since "Yes, ma'am, you cuss out the forces of nature and I'll just stay here in the kitchen" had such a success with my readers, I'd like to report the conversations, but they are not actually transcribable. Too complex to be transcribed, as was said on a famous occasion.
Didn't go to Powderhorn May Day; didn't feel festive. David and Lydy didn't go either. David says that he took 1400 photographs in the month of April. I wonder if that might be a record.
Had nice but brief tea with
elisem, and agreed we should do so more often.Other news, decidedly ugh. The news out of Iraq, while unsurprising on some level, is so horrific one can't be calm about it, and given that people actually sent hate mail to CBS for daring to tell the truth, I can't even hope that at least all this ghastly business will make its ultimate perpetrators lose the election. On a smaller scale, finances continue to be uncooperative and to create record stress levels.
Pamela
