- This place is warmer and more humid than Northern Clime, even though it's not a truly southern or tropical place. The insects make the trees hum at night, and the air seems to expand and contract with the cycles of their noises. Moss grows on the sidewalks. The flowering trees drip when I walk under them. Not being a horticulturalist, the closest I can come to naming the species is "tree with pink flowers that is not a rhododendron."
- Flavia's recent post helps me to realize that some times are family times and you can't think about academics all the time. Sometimes the best thing is to clean a house, cook a meal, hold a baby, give a hug. Come to think of it, give lots of hugs.
- The Academic Year Express is roaring down the tracks, though, and it'll be here too soon.
Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Random bullets of checking in
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I bet your pink trees are crape myrtles. It's the season for them.
I, too, was thinking crape myrtle. I hope the happier family things are outweighing the sadder ones (but all too frequently they do come intertwined, and yes, there are times when they should be the focus).
Thanks, Fretful Porpentine and Contingent Cassandra. I had wondered what they were! Yes, the happier things are outweighing the sad ones, and I'll get back to blogging soon.
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