Shot into my eye from the prism of a drop of dew, or melting icicle. Thinking of the radiation of innumerable hues, cascading out, in all directions fireworks of intense colors into the white of all colors. I’m watching the end of the bed with a tented section of the paper, 3 pages thick which sits upon the back of the gray beast, with the heart of the tortoise and the speed of a chicken. Lupin was having the zoomies and there was only one thing that would slow him down, the newspaper. He loves to nest under there. Although he is also able to run a bit balancing it on his back, I suppose and the paper dutifully, and somewhat miraculously, hovers over him for what seems like an inordinate
I thought of the pleasure I get from watching the newspaper scuttle across the bed and down onto the floor. Something I will never share with anyone, a vanished moment of joy unnoted and not really worthy of much note except to me. And, I suspect Lupin. So most of our lives will vanish with us.
Not that they should linger, like dry leaves, and damp flattened ones, layered upon whatever bit of mole hill or weed they should land on, shuffled by the wind into intimate contact with each other, pressing each other into and onto the hapless neathlings. Food that can support or suffocate. Imagine tending to the wry pleasures of some 13th century person and their sensibility while yet thinking of the 17th century poem that someone was enthralled by dry as dust but which stirred another’s heart?
My first artichoke flower, although the plant that grew it, clearly thought it was on its last legs, being that it’s just a stalk that once held the flower surrounded by 4 leaves. Two others are strong and tall, well 1.5′ tall, and lush with leaves. I expected there to be more red in the opening bud, but red appears gone 2 days later.
Zoë and I want to Home Depot to walk around the parking lot and the outdoor area with rows of bushes. She did get better at not pulling near the end and we went into the garden area without much trouble. I don’t want to stop her from sniffing and leading me but it’s hard to let her do that and also contain her urges to sniff beyond the leash. I stop, which is supposed to frustrate her enough to realize she doesn’t want me to stop her from the most entrancing aroma drifting from juust over there! Nah, she’s happy to turn to another allure in a flash, it’s ALL so alluring. We did encounter, not close, a small barking dog and a very friendly employee who has Aussies. She was remarkably good about not jumping when they met, I was surprised.
We are working on a better recall with cream cheese.