A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Gemini Rose

Every year my rosebushes bloom on June 1st. By the third week of May they're still showing no signs of being ready, but damned if when I stick my head outside on the morning of June 1st, they're not open and resplendent. Almost worth getting snagged by prickly branches all year round, trying to get in and out of the car in my narrow driveway.

Along the fence is a blood-red climber. On the north side of the house is a stubborn little bush which produces exactly one bloom each year. My favorite is this delicate pink beauty. I cut it almost to the ground last year, but you'd never know it.

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