April 29th, 2006


Late, and Early Light

I'm thinking that I probably hate myself, the evidence being that I never let myself get to sleep at a decent hour. I let myself get tangled in teh Interwebs, and end up surprised when the birds begin chirping me back to reality.

I wish I could describe the color of the dogwood tree this morning. The blossoms have reached that particular shade which is not salmon, not red, not pale burgundy, not quite anything that can be named, but is soft and yet so vivid that it seems to be emitting light rather than reflecting it. While I was looking at it, a woodpecker began drumming at a tree nearby, filling the morning air with a sound that perfectly complemented the shape and color of the dogwood. There was something very Japanese about both the tree and the sound of the woodpecker. The scene was like an ethereal painting evoking the sound, or music evoking a vision of a landscape.

I keep thinking there must be a haiku in there somewhere, but I sure can't find it.

Need sleep.

The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.

I keep smelling cat pee. I think Sugar might have rolled around in some tom cat's spray. It's really strong!

There's a thin sliver of moon showing above the western pines, and the world slipping into dusk is at last bathed in a cooler air than that which made the day seem as though it had been transported hither by an infernal time machine from some infernal July. It will be hours yet before the house cools.

Still somewhat groggy, as I didn't wake up until after four o'clock! Also, those little puffs of pollen were drifting from the mulberry tree all day. I suspect them of being soporific. The pollen means that there will soon be leaves, though, and blessed shade to ameliorate the sweltering heat of summer afternoons.

For those who appreciate multi-lingual patriotism: The Star Spangled Banner in Yiddish.

For those who prefer paganism: The Anacreontic Song, the music of which Francis Scott Key appropriated for his patriotic hymn.

Sugar has gone back outside, but I'm still smelling cat pee. Maybe I rolled around in a tom cat's spray without knowing it.

Reminder- Tonight's Saturday Night Live will be a compilation of Robert Smigel's segments from the show. Gary and Ace! The X_Presidents!