April 27, 2016

Japanese iris blooming. Hauling of boulders to make one garden into another. Watched my students take their final for the ten thousandth time, for the ten thousandth time enraged at the ones who erase and hesitate and linger after the others have gone. I smile and say, “take all the time you want. Put it in my mailbox when you’re done.”  Thus have I staved off murder. The windows stay open all the night.