Ice and Asters

It wasn’t until mid-January that the asters finally gave up on blooming — the suntrap out back keeps everything more temperate, and the weather hadn’t really gone into the 20F range before then.

This, to a Northerner, is utterly ridiculous, but here we are….

Then finally some snow and ice arrived, and the asters went from being “winter interest” to “winter spectacular”!

Special thanks to WordTapestry for the new tripod that made this shot possible…

Accidental candied lavender buds

Well, I was making a sugar syrup for a potentially yummy Lavender Vodka Tonic, and realized that the buds that had been strained out of the mixture were right tasty…

Okay, not a lot of content, but a start.

What’s the buzz?

Here we are

Here we go

Down…

40, 30, 29 –

Back to 50 with the sunlight may not save you,

solitary harvesters; in fact,

maybe you’re already gone.

I cannot help, except

to plant what blooms early,

what blooms late,

stocking spring’s larder for your family.

All she wants is…

a set of fangs for biting the stuffing out of her catnip lobster, I suspect!

Early frost

I’ve already seen snow this season, most inconveniently.  Wove my car around telephone and electric wires bowed down by snapped tree limbs still dressed in their autumn best. Scooped up family history and plunked it elsewhere, much as I’ve dug out the tropical plants and repotted them for indoor living during the winter season.  You can’t stay there — it’s not compatible with your biology.  Your home is somewhere else now.  Learn to like the other side of the glass.

Those transitions were expected.  And given that the holidays of endings and new beginnings were rolling around, I had some other commemorations on my mind.

However — I wasn’t expecting to lose a friend I’d only been talking to days before. Yes, his voice had been labored during our last few conversations; he insisted it was a touch of bronchitis…yes there were other health issues that probably meant four-score and ten were unlikely. But I expected to be kvetching with him about academia, politics, and fine food for many years to come. He was someone I could disagree with, test ideas against, and along the way we could each see a bit more of why someone would hold opposing views.  People like that are so very valuable — and unfortunately it’s increasingly easy to never meet them, since so many of us gravitate to places where our ideas are affirmed rather than respectfully challenged.  To be honest, I didn’t meet him on purpose — his presence in my life was a gift from a friend of mine from graduate school, who, to bring the circle around, gave me the news yesterday evening.  Part of me hoped it was some elaborate Halloween prank, but the obit has just posted….

Travel well, William.  You have earned your rest.

Where was I?

A better phrasing: “Where have I been?”

Not so much a matter of location, but of mental space.  One of the side effects of reorganizing papers is rediscovering the nautilus shell, each time with a new bit of identity thread tied to your leg as you work through every whorl and chamber.  The ‘me’ that was in graduate school suddenly brushes against the drawings from kindergarten, thanks to my parents’ careful saving of EVERYTHING.  The ‘me’ that studied Shakespeare and typed in WordPerfect finds ads for companies that don’t exist anymore, singers who should never have gone to Nashville, tiny chipped pots from foreign lands, and carefully-framed pictures of nameless ancestors.

Where does it all go?

What matters? What needs to leave?

What can be acknowledged, thanked, and sent on its way?

Who do I get to be next?

Intermezzo

Festival of Bad Writing, Summer edition

[Sigh]

“Watching television is a way to wined down and relax; a chance to watche the lives of others instead of putting forth the engergy to exist in one’s own life”

“Grant it we were thankful not to live in fear of an airborn toxic event”

“The ending to the final passage of the novel comes to a close, in an enlightening fashion for Jack Gladnep/”

“Word choice and punctuation errors unclear on use of sources to illuminate text; agree/dis kinds of insertion”

Still an inch-thick stack of grading to go….

But I am fried, and tired of looking at what is slowly blurring into a Jello(R) salad of bright moments and horrific vagueness.

Festival of Bad Writing

Current title holder, “Vagueness Abounds” Award:

“The land that this increased population will reside on needs to be addressed and certain key areas preserved.”

And what is it with the word “addressed”?

“People’s ethics and morals need to be addressed and re-evaulated in order to act in a responsible manner toward society’s growth and its relationship with the environment.”