April 6, 2011

Adder’s-tongue, blue anemone, daffodil, violet, toadshade, trillium, lilac. Planted moonflowers I sprouted in a jar on the windowsill.

This morning when I left the house, the water in the birdbath in the front yard was frozen solid, that in the back yard, still liquid.

Le Roi Danse one of the great movies. Random pick-out at the University library. Riveted the whole time.

R snubs me the hall. Must be because I refused one of her sinking-in-syrup critique sessions, where every comment is made to turn a little curve into something unrelated, endless, exhausting.

Rage turns to elegy. It is an improvement.