August 24, 2014

Far away in Cambridge Steve is now married.

I let a volunteer morning glory grow in my garden, though it kept getting bigger and entangling more and it never bloomed, so finally I pulled it up and threw its mass under a tree. Yesterday there was a shadow of blue under the tree. Uprooted for a week, the vine still bloomed, the beautiful azzura I’d hoped for when I first detected it.

Spent a chunk of yesterday sitting on my bench in the shade, reading, first Wiley’s second book for the discussion today, then a book out of my childhood, The White Panther, by which I was still mesmerized, though probably finding more fault than before with the author’s stylistic tics. All the pay-off for Wiley's new book is on the last page.

Painful spots on my legs, many a hot soaking and session with the Epsom salts.

The great white native hibiscus blooms ten feet above the back yard.

Finished the revision of The One with the Beautiful Necklaces.