tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post5496549732381257166..comments2024-03-28T17:00:31.402+01:00Comments on Interim arrangements: Sabinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-39242688211487192612018-04-21T15:22:32.278+02:002018-04-21T15:22:32.278+02:00Sorry to be late coming to the party here. Pressur...Sorry to be late coming to the party here. Pressure washing is one of those deeply satisfying jobs. We actually own a pressure washer and fight over who gets to use it when we spruce up the lanai and pool area each spring. Bravo to you for renting it. It sounds like the pleasure was worth the shakiness. I was also happy to read that you bow to the 150 year old magnolia. We must respect our elders, and it is my heartfelt and stubborn belief that trees are aware of us. Especially the old ones. Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-62158590960173751932018-04-19T09:46:30.489+02:002018-04-19T09:46:30.489+02:00I hope this doesn't sound as if I'm being ...I hope this doesn't sound as if I'm being smart, or - at the very least - smarter than usual. But I'm trying to imagine living more than one day at a time. Three breakfasts or an infinite number? Shaving myself repeatedly until I reach the bone? Using I-player to watch Have I Got News For You over and over?<br /><br />Sounds impossible or kinda irritating. But then I reflect, the effect of an infinite number of breakfasts would be ameliorated by an infinite number of visits to the loo. One wouldn't eventually burst, and that's a comfort.<br /><br />But let's not stifle imagination. Think of a birthday that occurred more than one day at a time. All those gifts! But then too, all that champagne and all that drunkenness. And all those bottles to get rid of.<br /><br />Nah. The linear life for me.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-77752909171113933622018-04-17T08:06:35.357+02:002018-04-17T08:06:35.357+02:00I love how you write. I think I've probably ty...I love how you write. I think I've probably typed that out in this little comment box a bunch of times over the years I've read your blog. Thank you for continuing to grace us with your thoughts and words. May you be well.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-48181287034309285982018-04-16T15:56:38.437+02:002018-04-16T15:56:38.437+02:00"Ah feck it" may be my new favorite expr..."Ah feck it" may be my new favorite expression. Thank you for that. Hope all is well there, and the wars that loom recede with the power and strength of compassionate minds... or ah feck it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-54721011011500881812018-04-15T15:35:44.632+02:002018-04-15T15:35:44.632+02:00Yes. As for tomorrow, feck it. One day at a time...Yes. As for tomorrow, feck it. One day at a time.<br /><br />The magnolias are blooming here, too. The bushtits are building their nests.<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sfyur8b1Ce8<br /><br />Beauty and war. Side by side. Just finished a biography by Donna Hollenberg of Denise Levertov, who remains way at the top of my list of dearly loved fierce and vulnerable poets. Her life was touched by equal measures of beauty and war. Now I'm going to see if I can find a copy of her biography by Dana Greene. The one by Donna Hollenberg left me with mixed feelings. Still, it has renewed my appreciation of the life and work of Denise Levertov. She lived not far from where I live in the last years of her life and wrote this poem during that time when she was suffering from Sjögren's and lymphoma:<br /><br />I was welcomed here—clear gold<br />of late summer, of opening autumn,<br />the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree,<br />the mountain revealing herself unclouded, her snow<br />tinted apricot as she looked west,<br />tolerant, in her steadfastness, of the restless sun<br />forever rising and setting.<br />Now I am given<br />a taste of the grey foretold by all and sundry,<br />a grey both heavy and chill. I’ve boasted I would not care,<br />I’m London-born. And I won’t. I’ll dig in,<br />into my days, having come here to live, not to visit.<br />Grey is the price<br />of neighboring with eagles, of knowing<br />a mountain’s vast presence, seen or unseen. amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-5018264898506135132018-04-14T18:54:51.168+02:002018-04-14T18:54:51.168+02:00This day is all that is real. I can imagine the se...This day is all that is real. I can imagine the sense of accomplishment, and even joy, in recovering the terra cotta stones. Good for you. Now rest a bit and start again. Love.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-75183483204788413042018-04-14T17:39:49.745+02:002018-04-14T17:39:49.745+02:00I had not heard about this blood rain! I wonder if...I had not heard about this blood rain! I wonder if we're supposed to get it in the UK? The Syria situation is worrying, to say the least, but I prefer to focus on immediate pleasures like your massive magnolia.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-13746866818676790612018-04-14T10:53:48.890+02:002018-04-14T10:53:48.890+02:00Wonderful to know you can find the energy to feck ...Wonderful to know you can find the energy to feck it occasionally. Happy fecking!JOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03127111575563904349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-35451087407686709772018-04-14T01:21:09.325+02:002018-04-14T01:21:09.325+02:00we have the small pink/purple japanese magnolias h...we have the small pink/purple japanese magnolias here but I have never seen one that old, large and so covered with blooms. also the magnolia grandiflora with their big creamy white flowers and lemony scent that the trees do get big and old and will bloom into June. the jap. magnolias have already gone by now but the white ones are just coming into bloom. <br /><br />with me it's the trimmer trying to get to the whole yard in one day after it's been mowed that makes my arms inoperable.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-64325798353612285672018-04-13T23:59:10.660+02:002018-04-13T23:59:10.660+02:00Sigh.
Once a rebel, always a rebel. PRESSURE WASH...Sigh. <br />Once a rebel, always a rebel. PRESSURE WASHING?!<br />Okay. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-53391101223875323192018-04-13T23:21:01.610+02:002018-04-13T23:21:01.610+02:00Yes, rumours of war. After so many interventions i...Yes, rumours of war. After so many interventions in the Middle East over the years, none of which seem to have really achieved their stated aims and "punitive" strikes that just make matters worse and kill more people, you'd think politicians would look for other approaches to foreign policy . I could go on. <br /><br />I didn't know that about magnolias! We have a couple here. I'll see them in a new light from now on. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com