Does it help you feel better that this is just what we do when we're in love?
The weeping cherry was beginning to approach Melvillean dimensions in my inability to photograph it in good light, so this afternoon before my phone appointment I ran out with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and my camera, determined to give it one last try before impermanence caught up with either of us. Fortunately, since neither the tree nor I were in a novel by Melville (or Miéville), it worked out.
Thar she blows!
The blossoms are reaching the end of their operational life, but they still pour down beautifully from the sky.
We're not actually sure of the species of tree flowering just within the fence of the now-shuttered playground on our street—they're the right white cloud for Bradford pears, but they don't smell weird enough. I never remember that the little semicircle of park benches at the entrance to the playground is technically named Vincent Brogna Square. All these odd little memorial corners of the city.
Spotted in a neighbor's yard: Audrey Tulip.
Spotted on the dining room table: Autolycus Valentine.
Rob meticulously documented the making of last night's lemon cake. I am especially pleased with the action shots. I am still running a low-grade fever and my airways hate me and I feel like hell, but since I ran up and down the equivalent of six flights of stairs and my oxygen saturation still tests high normal for sea level, I think I can ease off worrying about pneumonia. We are thinking of baking a coffee cake next.
spatch and my camera, determined to give it one last try before impermanence caught up with either of us. Fortunately, since neither the tree nor I were in a novel by Melville (or Miéville), it worked out.
Thar she blows!
The blossoms are reaching the end of their operational life, but they still pour down beautifully from the sky.
We're not actually sure of the species of tree flowering just within the fence of the now-shuttered playground on our street—they're the right white cloud for Bradford pears, but they don't smell weird enough. I never remember that the little semicircle of park benches at the entrance to the playground is technically named Vincent Brogna Square. All these odd little memorial corners of the city.
Spotted in a neighbor's yard: Audrey Tulip.
Spotted on the dining room table: Autolycus Valentine.
Rob meticulously documented the making of last night's lemon cake. I am especially pleased with the action shots. I am still running a low-grade fever and my airways hate me and I feel like hell, but since I ran up and down the equivalent of six flights of stairs and my oxygen saturation still tests high normal for sea level, I think I can ease off worrying about pneumonia. We are thinking of baking a coffee cake next.
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Thank you! I was so glad to be outside when it was sunny and the street was not thronged.
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That lemon cake looked delicious.
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Thank you! He just looks like that. It is an unfair advantage.
That lemon cake looked delicious.
It is my mother's version of Maida Heatter's East 62nd Street Lemon Cake. We butter the pan without flouring it, use lemon extract instead of lemon zest, leave the salt out in favor of salted butter, bake at 350°F, and use at least a full cup of lemon juice with an appropriate ratio of sugar for the glaze and don't bother with heating it, just stir until it supersaturates. It is essentially a pound cake with a pile of lemon. I've never had it go wrong.
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Apropros of your tulip, I ran across a pick-your-own-tulip place recently. This was a foreign concept to me, but I guess if there are pick-your-own-apple orchards, why *not* PYOT?
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He is a most sincere cat.
Apropros of your tulip, I ran across a pick-your-own-tulip place recently. This was a foreign concept to me, but I guess if there are pick-your-own-apple orchards, why *not* PYOT?
I guess? It wouldn't have occurred to me, either. Are other flowers pick-your-own the same way? I would have imagined roses before tulips.
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I don't know of other pick-your-own flowers, but maybe they let you do it at greenhouses? Can't quite imagine it, though.
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You captured the blossoms excellently!
And Autolycus's captured piece of clothing looked almost liked Audrey Tulip, if he had dispatched her and brought her to you proudly...
I am still running a low-grade fever --I knew you were feeling rotten but didn't know you had been running a fever :( :( I'm very glad that your oxygen levels are still good and high.
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Thank you!
And Autolycus's captured piece of clothing looked almost liked Audrey Tulip, if he had dispatched her and brought her to you proudly...
Hee. It is actually a lavender heart pillow from Nature Creation. I ordered a replacement sheep from them last month and ended up ordering multiple sheep because there was a deal on (one for me, one for my mother, one for my father's friend) and as I was checking out, the company threw in the lavender heart for free. It has not yet been used as a hot or cold pack because Autolycus has taken to nesting around it. It may just be his.
--I knew you were feeling rotten but didn't know you had been running a fever :( :( I'm very glad that your oxygen levels are still good and high.
Since Sunday. It followed on a couple weeks of massive congestion and has been accompanied by chest tightness. I am coughing slightly, in a perpetually post-nasal throat-clearing sort of way, and have a sore throat. I plan to see if I can still get hold of my PCP tomorrow just to her know that all of this is going on, but I am not eager to visit a clinic. If it were not a year of lung-wracking neurotoxic virus, I would have filed all of these symptoms immediately under "allergies and/or the supervillain power of my upper respiratory system to turn any disturbance into an infection, thanks."
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Thank you, by the way, for that article on blood oxygen levels. It's good to know there's a way to see how safe or in danger you are. (I had seen it referenced elsewhere but only read it after you link.)
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Yeah! I liked them!
Thank you, by the way, for that article on blood oxygen levels. It's good to know there's a way to see how safe or in danger you are.
You're welcome. I hope it is information you can implement.
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Autolycus has such a very noble nose.
I have a subscription to parts of the New York Times cooking section, but was still not allowed to see the recipe on my phone when you linked it for me last night. I have seen it now, however. No wonder it's good. I am wondering about whether it makes sense to try to veganize it. I would have to make sure I had a bundt pan somewhere. I used to, but I haven't seen it for a while.
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Well, that's cross-wired permanently with Housman now.
Autolycus has such a very noble nose.
He does! I love when his eyes are that day-slitted lime-gold, too.
I am wondering about whether it makes sense to try to veganize it. I would have to make sure I had a bundt pan somewhere. I used to, but I haven't seen it for a while.
If you do succeed, I would love to hear about it. (I can offer no tips: I tend not to interact with vegan baking unless it is something like applesauce cake or the cookies
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I can take no credit for the natural state of either, but thank you!
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I think so!
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Thank you!