Organizing beauty within a beautiful city
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FIRST TULIP PATCH, the
The first crop of tulips is in the ground; happy anthropomorphic bulbs, crouching in the earth to brew their blossoms over the winter months. We planted during the intersect between the dying and the growing moon. The best of each world. Ah Balance! The daffodils are sleeping under bushes where they have thrived before, and the tulips are breaking new ground, down the hill past the lawn next to the yellow trees. One bulb lies next to the smallest tree! It’s practically invisible without the summer leaves. Each tulip patch has a daffodil as well this time, to add dash and color and company. Seven daffodils and six burgundy lace tulips. Whee! Volunteer not planting a tulip (next to a tiny, leafless tree)
The days of unstoppable beauty
A year ago I broke my arm on a wet and beautiful day with golden leaves. I came home with a foam rubber sling—awkward, blue, and huge and with small breathing holes. Finally, after tribulations, we obtained a prescription, and I brought it home looking forward to a nice pain pill. They put it into a childproof bottle. One handed, I considered a hammer and tried a wrench. Finally, I stood outside and waited for a child, who opened it for me. To show you what it was like to walk that morning, just look. This time of year it’s just that way. Wherever we look there’s beauty.
LEAF CATCHING TEAM
Those crafty leaves are falling willy-nilly, and very few have actually been caught. We have found it necessary, therefore, to recruite a team of professionals
