When we take on new bodies, I will scour the earth to find you again
It was cold enough in the intermittent late sun that I should have worn gloves, but I walked out and photographed the flowering things of my neighborhood.

Hestia is not allowed out among the flowering things of the neighborhood, but she has discovered that she can turn the speakers of my sound system into a headrest.

The Bradford pears blossom like jewelry.

I rejoiced to see a bumblebee on the wing.

The star magnolia seemed to be practicing its cephalopod.

I really hope someone called this errant splice box in.

The contrast of telephone pole and forsythia suggested a coral snake.


Closer to, they become their own worlds.

On just about every block, the rhododendrons make such beautiful swag.
It was a delight to run into Elana Lev Friedland on North Street. We talked cosmic horror and capitalism until my hands stiffened up. I dove for the bag of bagels as soon as I got home and made myself one with cream cheese and lox, the latter eagerly shared by Hestia. She has taken to leaping onto the top of the washing machine at the slightest rustle that might suggest deli meats. I fell asleep in the evening, but
spatch cooked me scrambled eggs and afterward
rushthatspeaks and I talked over our days. I am fascinated by the blue-based earthtongue.

Hestia is not allowed out among the flowering things of the neighborhood, but she has discovered that she can turn the speakers of my sound system into a headrest.

The Bradford pears blossom like jewelry.

I rejoiced to see a bumblebee on the wing.

The star magnolia seemed to be practicing its cephalopod.

I really hope someone called this errant splice box in.

The contrast of telephone pole and forsythia suggested a coral snake.


Closer to, they become their own worlds.

On just about every block, the rhododendrons make such beautiful swag.
It was a delight to run into Elana Lev Friedland on North Street. We talked cosmic horror and capitalism until my hands stiffened up. I dove for the bag of bagels as soon as I got home and made myself one with cream cheese and lox, the latter eagerly shared by Hestia. She has taken to leaping onto the top of the washing machine at the slightest rustle that might suggest deli meats. I fell asleep in the evening, but
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Our apple tree has started to blossom.
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We had a real winter here and it's made spring feel especially vivid.
Our apple tree has started to blossom.
Nice. What kind of apple is it?
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"Strange Tongues": https://youtu.be/OaQjw1T-tE4?si=fr8yLRYEVwvTxy5v
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"Grow like pinks from little cuttings / Planted in a soil of self."
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And working on a novel I really want to read!
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I'm glad to share! I became fond of Bradford pears during the first pandemic spring, but I understand the invasive problem.
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The Boston area is finally out of drought for the first time in months to years. (The rest of the state, still working on it.) I am glad it can be seen in the rhododendrons!
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mmmmm loooox; I myself had a ridiculously good onion-and-garlic bialy yesterday, from a French bakery, which was probably Not Correct In Any Particular, but it sure tasted good.
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Thank you!
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Thank you! I like textures.
mmmmm loooox; I myself had a ridiculously good onion-and-garlic bialy yesterday, from a French bakery, which was probably Not Correct In Any Particular, but it sure tasted good.
I mean, an allium-covered bialy sounds like the right kind to me. I am envious. I am pretty sure the last one I had was literally in New York.
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<3 <3 <3 She reminds me of one of my cats!
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Thank you! It was pretty swell.
*hugs*
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How wonderful! All the best cats.
*hugs*
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Ahhhh thanks for sharing this heavily-saturated-proof-of-spring.
We've got some draggly magnolias and a couple petals on the forsythia canes. The trees have a green haze. Any day now we'll turn the heat off.
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You're welcome! It just unfurled in the last week.
We've got some draggly magnolias and a couple petals on the forsythia canes. The trees have a green haze. Any day now we'll turn the heat off.
The nights are still snap-cold, but the trees don't seem to mind. I am enjoying the length of sunlight.
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You're welcome, and thank you for that portmanteau!