More excited, though, to see a blackbird on the tail of some large ungainly insect, weaving behind it like a bat after a moth. I'd always thought of them as hoppers, worm-pullers; I suppose it must've been a particularly delicious-looking insect, perhaps one of the bees I saw drunkenly falling off the mock-orange bushes earlier. Got to get me some of that, it's lovely -- although I should probably ease off on the shrub habit. I bought two roses last week, one called "Carefree Days", and the other called "Lucky Star".
My fault for walking around the garden shop at twilight, when they're watering the plants and everything is fragrant and sparkling. The Japanese gardener perched on the railings, spraying the Busy Lizzies with a blissed-out smile on his face.
Today the website I have been aimlessly paging through is this antique guide to the UK's many entrances to hell.
Tomorrow it's Andy's funeral. At the weekend get-together (
- Current Mood:tired, but not in a bad way
- Current Music:tom waits - I hope that I don't fall in love with you
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On a happier note, I might be able to bring some cool comics along to the BBQ on Sunday. Want to see Hayao Miyazaki's recent war comic--the memoirs of a German Tiger tank commander on the eastern front in World War Two? With pigs?
see you tomorrow -
it's about my pace & chimes very well with me.
sorry (sorrowful) that i'm not coming down to london tomorrow - I really am - I wanted to come, but money & logistics are against me.
I will be thinking of you all & especially of andy - truly one of my favorite people, ever.
.:sigh:.