Surviving another year on this crazy-ass earth is no mean feat, even if most of us still living have done it for as many years as we’ve been here. Saying a great deal of nothing with a maddening cadence of words has become this blog’s stock in trade. On with this post-birthday recap of the week that I turned 49…
A coquette cradle song fit for a fit of crying.
A gratuitous Glen Powell armpit post, for those who admire such scenes.
When fall arrives, a coquette summer departs.
Helianthus wet and wild – little faces of sun that refuse to be drowned.
Bark and structure – the architecture of the garden.
A birthday on the cusp of many things.
The post-birthday sigh of relief.
Dazzlers of the Day included Catherine O’Hara, Tim Walz, and Todd Alsup.
