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The park smells delightful this morning: honey locusts overhead, and the little white wild roses blooming in the understory. (Also tulip trees, which are basically scentless, and remaining paulownia and hawthorne, which I'm less fond of.) I saw a pair of fine mallard ducklings this morning, about a week old, swimming together and near their mother.
Roses are also in bloom in lots of gardens, large red tea roses and such, without the intense scent of the little white roses, but much longer-lasting (the white ones may be gone in a fortnight).
I have now updated my Weblog three days in a row; I wonder if it will continue, this time (modulo gaps for travel).
I've misplaced my copy of Mary Gentle's A Sundial in a Grave, which I wouldn't mind so much if I weren't about 3/4 of the way through reading it.
I keep forgetting to ice my shoulder.
Roses are also in bloom in lots of gardens, large red tea roses and such, without the intense scent of the little white roses, but much longer-lasting (the white ones may be gone in a fortnight).
I have now updated my Weblog three days in a row; I wonder if it will continue, this time (modulo gaps for travel).
I've misplaced my copy of Mary Gentle's A Sundial in a Grave, which I wouldn't mind so much if I weren't about 3/4 of the way through reading it.
I keep forgetting to ice my shoulder.