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Saturday, November 11, 2006
Which season is it?
There's a rosebud trying to bloom in my garden. But it's winter. Climate change? Maybe.
1 comment:
Anonymous
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I think we should all try to move to a way of thinking when plants, creatures and the english aren't bound by preconcieved notions of season. They should be free to be wintery in summer, autumnal in the springtime and vice versa. A huge omni-seasonal togetherness-type vibe would ensue and the frogs would come all year round. I hope. Although you would need to build the pond first, I believe. Back from Marrakesh and it's not too chilly in Brighton at the moment. Been up since 5am so I might crash out at any moment. Actually now seems like a good time.
I'm a Scottish woman, a Buddhist, a deep thinker but most of all a human being. Short CV: a bachelor of arts in English Language and Literature, a master's in film studies, a graduate teaching assistant at Ohio University and a journalist in London for two years. After stints at various jobs I'm volunteering and writing in Cardiff.
Laugher, singer and ukulele player. Hiya.
1 comment:
I think we should all try to move to a way of thinking when plants, creatures and the english aren't bound by preconcieved notions of season. They should be free to be wintery in summer, autumnal in the springtime and vice versa. A huge omni-seasonal togetherness-type vibe would ensue and the frogs would come all year round. I hope. Although you would need to build the pond first, I believe. Back from Marrakesh and it's not too chilly in Brighton at the moment. Been up since 5am so I might crash out at any moment. Actually now seems like a good time.
molto vivace!
iain
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