Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Tourists, courtship and wool.

1. Japanese ladies gathered outside a hotel. One of them was making notes about a flowering bush.

2. Blackbirds and what they might be saying:
Him: I am going to ravish you.
Her: Oh oh, my wing is broken, I can only hop. I will just have to submit to your rough masculinity... nyah nyah, not really. (flutters across the path)
Him: I mean to have you, even if it must be burglary.
Her: (from the next patch of grass) Shyah right. This worm is bigger than anything you have to offer.

3. I am knitting a tension square for a pair of socks. I am using it to hone my knit-two-purl-twoing. I like the moment when the knitting is long enough so you can see the ribbed pattern for the first time.

Magnolia, no coat and weeding.

1. The drifts of pink and white petals drying in the gutters and flattened on to the pavement suggest that the magnolia on the corner of Bel...