It’s gotten even here in the Pacific Northwest, and our summer flowers are bursting out everywhere. This mallow is perhaps the most spectacular because the blossoms are huge and the plant is covered with pink flowers:
My favorite plant, though, is this one, (updated: Crocosmia), though I can never remember its name. Even worse, Leslie can’t either. It seems to bloom every July, though it’s behind schedule this year. If it’s beauty wasn’t enough, it also attracts hummingbirds, though I haven’t quite managed to get that shot yet.
I’ve just finished reading Zen and the Motorcycle Maintenance and will have much to say as soon as I’ve Jim finishes reading it and we have a chance to discuss some of the ideas. Now I remember why I chose not to teach it in high school and why there are whole sites dedicated to just it.
I’ve also read several more chapters in Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, but have been too depressed to rush into writing an irrational rant, but one will probably be forthcoming shortly.
Meanwhile, hopefully a touch of beauty will hold you until I’m ready to deal with the other side of truth.