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cimorenei've been moaning for a long time that there were no wildflowers. finally! the day before yesterday i was stumbling on dandelions gone to seed and today the grassy hills of the river walk were alive with bright dandelions and other yellow flowers i've never seen before. for a while i walked with one stuck over my ear, maybe half an hour or forty-five minutes. then a bee started buzzing around my head. i couldn't figure out why a bee was doing laps around me until i remembered the dandelion and, sadly, flung it on the ground.
tramping with a dog down this narrow little path right next to the river, finding the way up and down these steep grassy hills and picking through thickets and these little clusters of trees while the birds trill feverishly in a sexual frenzy! spring has sprung, and it's glorious.
i wish i had a camera.
the plan was to spread my jacket out and read a book in the sun on some grassy hillside made private by the rising of other hilly bits around it, while the dog dozed peacefully in the grass, tongue lolling. it didn't work out because the dog got impatient to explore--he wasn't in the mood for any lolling about. and then the sun went behind a cloud and it started to get slightly chillier, but my jacket was full of fragments of grass. so i read the introduction and, like, five more pages of the mists of avalon, and then i quit. but boy is the dog happy.
tramping with a dog down this narrow little path right next to the river, finding the way up and down these steep grassy hills and picking through thickets and these little clusters of trees while the birds trill feverishly in a sexual frenzy! spring has sprung, and it's glorious.
i wish i had a camera.
the plan was to spread my jacket out and read a book in the sun on some grassy hillside made private by the rising of other hilly bits around it, while the dog dozed peacefully in the grass, tongue lolling. it didn't work out because the dog got impatient to explore--he wasn't in the mood for any lolling about. and then the sun went behind a cloud and it started to get slightly chillier, but my jacket was full of fragments of grass. so i read the introduction and, like, five more pages of the mists of avalon, and then i quit. but boy is the dog happy.
