66 Square Feet: Lilac

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Lilac

It is still in bloom on the streets nearby and in late bunches at the supermarket. Get it while you can.

3 comments:

JillMay 1, 2012 at 12:41 PM
Ah, lilacs! Impossible to grow in Honolulu - coveted by us tropical gardeners. Enjoy them for us.
Happy May Day - Lei Day in Hawaii!
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Karen L RMay 1, 2012 at 4:33 PM
I just turned to May on my lovely calendar and there is your beautiful photo of bluebells. I enjoy this "giveaway" every day. Many thanks, again.
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DonatellaMay 1, 2012 at 8:43 PM
Oh, me too! I love my May bluebells on my calendar and I am grateful to Estorbo every day. *grin* Next year, cherry blossoms?
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Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes