i'm really tired of the hot weather. yesterday was so nice . . today it's muggy and sticky again. it's only june 1st. i shudder to think what july and august could be like . . this refreshing sprig of parsley is growing in our children's garden in site one, between morton and barrow streets. it looks so nice and cool . . m and c and i are trying to straighten up for my sister and brother-in-law's visit . . but we're moving like molasses, though molasses in this heat moves much more quickly.by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Thursday, June 3, 2010
it's so hot
i'm really tired of the hot weather. yesterday was so nice . . today it's muggy and sticky again. it's only june 1st. i shudder to think what july and august could be like . . this refreshing sprig of parsley is growing in our children's garden in site one, between morton and barrow streets. it looks so nice and cool . . m and c and i are trying to straighten up for my sister and brother-in-law's visit . . but we're moving like molasses, though molasses in this heat moves much more quickly.
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