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Up flies the kite, down falls the lark
It smells like sea-mist outside. I don't think I have spent so many days indoors in a spring since the year after I left grad school, when mostly what I could do was lie on a couch and be in pain and feel the gap widening between the trajectory my life had been on and the burnt-out debris tumble of whatever it was now. Even then, I could walk around the reservoir on the days when I had strength for it. After losing most of this actual weekend to pain, I finally got out of the house this afternoon; it was overcast, but I found flowers.
Yet another flower I don't recognize, but it looks like what chive blossoms dream of growing up to be.
Not a flower at all, but especially under the grey sky it struck me like one.
Are poppies for Memorial as well as Armistice Day? I found some more poppies.
The stars on Orion's belt, as they grow in the underworld.
The chain-link poppies were in even greater profusion than last week.
For our Halloween parties, my family decorates the house with orange and black crepe paper. I can't remember if we have ever decorated with poppies. My grandmother loved and my mother loves them.
This, on the other hand, was one of the floofiest hydrangeas I have ever seen.
It looked like a vegetable lamb.
I am starting to feel I should carry some kind of herbal around with me, since looks like a wave breaking into the yard doesn't fit into a Linnaean name unless I translate it.
We saw almost no one wearing masks as we walked a kind of parallelogram around the neighborhood. (We did see a number of people with their masks around their necks, like bandannas. Great fashion statement. Lousy efficacy.) I hate what is not being done. I hate who decided this country shouldn't do it. I said elsenet, I'm pretty sure you get sheydim if you say a Mi Sheberach backwards, but I'm willing to risk it.
Yet another flower I don't recognize, but it looks like what chive blossoms dream of growing up to be.
Not a flower at all, but especially under the grey sky it struck me like one.
Are poppies for Memorial as well as Armistice Day? I found some more poppies.
The stars on Orion's belt, as they grow in the underworld.
The chain-link poppies were in even greater profusion than last week.
For our Halloween parties, my family decorates the house with orange and black crepe paper. I can't remember if we have ever decorated with poppies. My grandmother loved and my mother loves them.
This, on the other hand, was one of the floofiest hydrangeas I have ever seen.
It looked like a vegetable lamb.
I am starting to feel I should carry some kind of herbal around with me, since looks like a wave breaking into the yard doesn't fit into a Linnaean name unless I translate it.
We saw almost no one wearing masks as we walked a kind of parallelogram around the neighborhood. (We did see a number of people with their masks around their necks, like bandannas. Great fashion statement. Lousy efficacy.) I hate what is not being done. I hate who decided this country shouldn't do it. I said elsenet, I'm pretty sure you get sheydim if you say a Mi Sheberach backwards, but I'm willing to risk it.
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Thank you! We weren't expecting the two yards of poppies.