Figure that one out! In truth, it must be spring. Our lilacs are blooming beautifully and aromatically. Our creeping phlox in pink and purple are creeping. And our hyacinths and grape hyacinths are also adding touches of color here and there The weeds, as ever, are a challenge. They are without doubt survivors. Some wind themselves around and around the standing phlox which grow taller every day. The roots of others are entwined with the roots of other plants and cannot be rooted out. My back, calves and hamstrings are so stretched out that for each day I bend down and work intently, I hobble around like a cripple for three more and can't sleep at night.
For now, I've put aside the old letters from Japan I wrote about last time. They're still piled up on the floor and desk, but I've managed to keep myself from opening one after another and going back in time to relive my life of nearly forty years ago. I'm still working on the Japan memoir, but it goes slowly. I've been reading some strange books recently in my attempt to reduce the size of my home library. Some I've had for years, intending to read for just that long. Others were my mother's. When she died six years ago I brought home more than 600 of her beloved books. My sister took even more to her home. These are harder to send on their way after I've read them.
I hope you've all been having as nice weather where you are as we've been having in this little corner of the northeast. I hope you can get out there and enjoy the fresh air, but don't forget to put aside time for a good book as well.
For now, I've put aside the old letters from Japan I wrote about last time. They're still piled up on the floor and desk, but I've managed to keep myself from opening one after another and going back in time to relive my life of nearly forty years ago. I'm still working on the Japan memoir, but it goes slowly. I've been reading some strange books recently in my attempt to reduce the size of my home library. Some I've had for years, intending to read for just that long. Others were my mother's. When she died six years ago I brought home more than 600 of her beloved books. My sister took even more to her home. These are harder to send on their way after I've read them.
I hope you've all been having as nice weather where you are as we've been having in this little corner of the northeast. I hope you can get out there and enjoy the fresh air, but don't forget to put aside time for a good book as well.