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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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I don't wear masks on outdoor walks but the population density may be greater where you are. In our neighborhood one rarely has to pass someone on the same sidewalk.
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It makes me very happy.
I don't wear masks on outdoor walks but the population density may be greater where you are. In our neighborhood one rarely has to pass someone on the same sidewalk.
Somerville is the most densely populated city in New England. We actually have a city ordinance about wearing masks in public spaces, which is why it is especially frustrating to see people not.