Source: The comfort of familiar things.
If we know each other, in real life, then this revelation may be shocking. If we know each other very well, though, then it’s possibly not unexpected.
I have been thinking about it, a tattoo, though not terribly seriously, for longer than I’ll admit, even here. Tattoos, like second ear piercings or magenta streaks through graying hair (also under evaluation), fall decidedly into the category of “things that would have horrified my mother.” Then again, were she still alive I suspect my mother would have softened her position on many things, sifting and sorting what’s important from the rest through an increasingly open weave. It is one of the great benefits of being old that things formerly dismissed outright, and with harsh judgment, might again seem worth reflection, if not full reconsideration. And vice versa.
My renewed interest in…
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Unlike other regions of the country, we in Southeast Louisiana are into our second phase of new spring blooms. Some flowers have bloomed, flowered, died and now look like typical summer foliage. This has been going on since mid-January. We only had about four days of winter cold. We’ve already had many low 80 degree days.
I can hardly wait for summer.
We expect a fairly wet rainy season because already the gulf waters are freakishly hot. I remember the last time gulf waters were hot. I’m not going there.
If I could say one thing it would be that people need to be careful around horses and not do silly things because horses can get scared easily and either kick out or bite. Horses will do something if they feel that they are being threatened or do not understand what they are being told to do. Otherwise if you are good to horses, they will be good to you do. You just need to create a bond with your horse and trust each other.
I found that it described well what was happening.
Change. In the air.
Spring came. Leaves fell. Seed pods fell. Pollen escaped from the pods. Allergies blew up. It’s bad. Real bad. Everybody is walking around sneezing, sniffling and coughing. Then the stuffy head stupids arrived.
We hope for rain. It’s due later today. Maybe it will knock down the seed pods and clean the pollen out of the air. Or not.
The picture. It was made on a dog walk. Post production made it what you see. The color isn’t additive. It’s subtractive.
Thank goodness for asters. Apart from their beautiful shades of purple and pink, they are proving their value over and over again, as pit stops for the bees, bumbles and the few butterflies that are still on the wing. We stood and watched a stand of the shocking pink aster (now symphyotrichum I understand) novae-angliae ‘Andenken an alma pötschke’ on Monday and it was truly covered in honey bees. It looked positively alive and in fluid motion and it sounded like we were standing right next to a hive.
It is fascinating to watch just how quickly the different insects manage to drink from each ripe disc florets on the flowers before moving on to the next.
Around the garden ivy is in full bloom and also buzzing with visitors (flies, wasps, bees and butterflies). This red admiral butterfly was probably basking in the lovely warm sunshine though, rather than…
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I feel trapped when I’m in a small room with plenty of people and the air has gone stale. When we’re all cramped together, wearing blazers and just trying to get some space before our legs go numb. Hopping that she’s nearly done talking. With everybody waiting for it to end. It getting hotter and the air getting staler. People are getting more clostrophobic. I feel trapped in assembly….