April 18, 2008

Strange feelings– like I was a boy again, unable to figure out what to do, but with a vague sense that anything I choose will be right.

Jason came and dug up the Japanese maple I’ve been trying, half-heartedly, to kill for so many years. I hated it because R planted it. Jason said, "It’s not its fault who planted it." I’m happy that it is now with somebody who loves it.

Turned away from a bare terrace, and when I turned back one Dutch iris had come into bloom, blue as midnight.