"The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest." -E.B. White, in the Foreword to his collection "Essays"
Monday, July 13
Red Red Red
The back alley (“en bas”, côté Yves) suddenly has the most startling red flower, called crocosmia. (Chris guesses the variety is ‘Lucifer’, which would be totally kick-ass, but he’s not sure.)
First reaction: “RED!” Then, “Alexander Calder!”
The morning I first saw it I was clipping dead daylillies--I stopped, mesmerised, and Jean-Luc had to laugh and raise his voice to get my attention.
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