John’s got an army of seeds potted up, and I’ve started planting out the early stuff like lathyrus and wisteria. Spring won’t catch us napping! (Well, it might catch Pooh and Sebastian napping, but that’s what they do.)
Encyclopedia Britannica, I’m going to miss you.
I’ll never forget those long, hot afternoons of my adolescence, huddled with you in the college library, dripping sweat onto overdue term papers, struggling to find words that could compare to yours (but stopping before things got out of hand and I lost a letter grade due to plagiarism.) Continue reading
There’s something jarring about looking around on a beautiful Spring day and seeing teenagers roaming the sunlit streets in Goth gear. Even after all this time, the black clothes, eyeliner, and prison-white skin all seem better suited to overcast skies and dim, windowless indoor spaces than balmy breezes and tulips. Continue reading