Sunday, September 23, 2007
Flowers and books and education.
Those four flowers all came from the same bush growing wild in an alley strewn with dog crap and old bricks. They are lovely and smell lovelier, but the thing that amazed me most is that from the one same bush there were yellow flowers, yellow flowers blushed with pink, divided pink and yellow flowers and all pink. Now I am no agriculturist, city girl that I am, but how can it do that?
I have been reading Sweetness in the Belly by Camilla Gibb. It is enthralling. I cannot say that I am loving it, it is not that sort of book. Not comfortable enough, but it is the story of a woman who is forever between cultures, and a refugee for ever, and her friends and her religion, as well as the refugee experience of trying to enter a new and not necessary welcome or welcoming society.
Youngest complained that she had to go to school and that my time spent doing errands was preferable. I think she regretted the comment after I discussed my inability to get a PhD off the ground, the fact that I cannot take the painting class offered in town as I have to work, the same with the Castillian class I am trying to set up, and I may not get to the Catalan class I am trying to put together either. The joys of doing groceries every other day just don't quite add up. Grrrrr.
Finally a shot of our noble fly-hunting breakfast-stealing pooch.
Dorky Dad gave me a shout out that makes me feel I should take a photo of some food, but I am not sure quite what to do about it right now....maybe tomorrow.