Because I owe you a full post, but it may take until this next weekend to get it to you, I offer the following brief reflections, links, and photos to tide you over.
|Flowers from my yard next to a painting |
I own on my desk at work... FN1.
On watering the lawn...
I watered the law for the first time last week. I don't mean this lawn, or a lawn of my own. I mean I haven't lived in a house for more than a few weeks since I was a little girl, and even back then yard work was done by people other than me (i.e. my brother) because I had a lot of the indoor chores and nursing responsibilities. So this is the first time in my life that I can remember deliberately turning on a hose and watering a lawn. It was late afternoon/early evening. I stood in the shadow of the house with my thumb pressed over the end of the nozzle.
As the water hit the parched grass and tree roots and bark, I smelt their thirst. Is that a weird thing to say? Maybe. True, though. I smelt the relief of the earth and the way the dirt turned from dust back into something more, the water and the wetness and the life. It was a visceral scent experience that left me feeling more aware of the space around me, and I thought, "I have to tell someone." I wanted to say it was sweet, or earthy, or green, but it was and wasn't those things, the sum of the parts being more than their individual pieces summed up in some neat cosmic column. It made me love and marvel at the Earth can manage without and often in spite of us. We should take better care of it.
On random acts of kindess....
A nice little old man got out and helped me, even offering to follow me to his cousin's auto repair place if I needed. I declined since I was very far from my house and couldn't figure out how to get home without having to take a very expensive taxi during rush hour. He told me to be careful and drove away.
Thank goodness for the goodness in the world. Sometimes it is the only thing you can keep faith in.
I normally hate what passes for an aquatic scent, but it has been so hot here (breaking 100 degrees!) and I have been dessssperate. Luckily for me, I have been the recipient of some of the based water inspired scents I've ever been lucky enough to try, so get ready for a little something-something about that soon.
This last week and weekend I was mostly housebound outside of work, and while I spent the bulk of my time working, working, working on putting the house together, I also read three books. All three were terrific, so I thought I'd tell you all about them really briefly.
I read the second installation of Veronica Roth's series, Insurgent. For fans of The Hunger Games (Happy DVD release!), I think you'd enjoy the adventures and inner struggles of the heroine, Tris. I think the books are tightly written and fast paced. High on my list of recommended YA dystopian reading.
Speaking of dystopia (so hot right now!), I also read Lauren Oliver's Delirium. Oliver's writing has a lyrical quality to it that is beautiful, lush, and majestic. It made me want to visit Portland, Maine (or "the other Portland," as we call it) to see how much the fiction and the reality overlapped. It is a beautiful book, and I'm excited to see where the second in the series, Pandemonium takes the story.
|So many books...and we |
took over ten boxed to Powells.
We're book hoarders!
Thanks to Hillary K. for demanding I read it, and then coming home from Europe, so I would finally get around to it.
Okay readers. That's all the news that is fit to print for now, I'm afraid. I'll be back soon though.
FN1. To clarify, sometimes when I say "my," I mean, "I possess the bundle of rights pertaining to said object," not as in "I created that." "My" sometimes (most often, in fact, in colloquial speech) implies ,"I have the rights to said object or property, including the right to transfer, lease, sell, destroy, or keep said objection."
And that's your law & linguistics lesson of the day.
David just told me to stop feeding the trolls, so I'm done now.