Sunday, 22 January 2016
After a memorial service for our friend Steve, we did a tiny bit of work on the way home, clipping off old hellebore leaves at Long Beach city hall and the Depot Restaurant.We did not have any work buckets with us so just made piles in the van.
When we got home, a rainbow came out. I had my nose stuck into news articles, so these are all Allan’s photos:
Monday, 23 January 2017
I embarked upon my hoped for ten non-peopling-in-person days before the February 4th beach clean up. I have 12 days in which to achieve this, and, because of two dinner plans, won’t get ten in a row. (We have our weekly garden club meeting, and the next week there will be a Salty Talk AND a north coast Indivisible meeting on the same night, and I will have to choose between them.)
I’ve been pecking away for the last busy week at this book and finally finished it:
It’s a glorious work of literature as well as of scholarship.
The dance of the city:
Enticing descriptions of two parks:
endearing names of neighborhood organizations:
Great writing about nature:
The story of the clay dogs:
This book came out in 1961. Why had I not heard of it until it was mentioned several times in Modernity Britain by David Kynaston (in the context of the building of unsuccessful housing projects here and in the UK)? It would have been transformative to have studied this in high school.I have not been out to the bogsy woods for weeks. It has been so wintry until two days ago.
Tuesday, 24 January 2017
I needed an easy book for a change, so I breezed through The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher. I resent that political stress has interrupted my grieving for her death.
Outside, the garden showed the results of the days-long hard freeze.Allan made an excursion, to kindly do some sawing on J9’s cat entryway halfway up the Peninsula.
Meanwhile, at home:The emergence of some crocuses leads to the question of whether or not I will order a large pile of mulch to apply before it is too late to precede the most of the spring bulbs. Will I next week? Or will books win out? Guernsey Potato Peel is a repeat, inspired by watching two telly series about the WWII occupation of the Channel Islands, and I’m Judging You is the one humorous number in a serious batch of books. If I can keep away from constant attention to the truly horrible beyond belief (but not surprising, either) news, I might be able to get through these by next Monday.
To close, here are some photos that Melissa and Dave took at THE Oysterville garden.