Into the Wild Wood and Home Again

TWENTY NINE DEGREES.  Ugh. Mother Nature is still in charge. I hope my plants are not all crisped up and frozen. We got the two new honeyberry bushes in yesterday, but G put them in the shed, just in case. Likely, the petunias are a little irritated, but the herbs should be okay. I have not planted basil outdoors yet. This, after several days of 80s and 50s at night. So be it. Today is Senior Defense day-- the seniors all have to do what is basically a form of exit interview. They present their portfolios and discuss the guiding questions, all of which should reflect what they've learned in high school. Not class or course by course, but the overarching things, such as, what is your internal model of good work?  There are nine guiding questions, but they all lead to that sort of thing. And they have to have a slide show (ergg), but their oral presentation is what matters most. I hope they are good; we advisors sit on panels, and we watch/listen, then, after the student is done...

There's a lot going on in my head, mostly I don't share the anxiety, the hurt, the sense of overwhelming cultural devastation, because who can manage that firehose of dread and pain?  So, two things. The Library of America is having a one-hour discussion about Whitman and his political writings (and I ordered the book) online on June 2. The link is here , and it's free to attend. The other thing that I have to offer is a poem by Wordsworth, one that lives in my head: The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have g...

Well, we didn't plant anything after Holly got out of school. She had a project to do with Meg; they made tie-dye shirts. O lordy. I'm glad it was not in my kitchen! I sent over a white tee shirt of mine with a quote from The Secret Garden on it and I told them to surprise me. It'll be fun! (And it doesn't count as another tee shirt, since I used an existing one.)  Speaking of tee shirts, I have an almost embarrassing amount of nerdy tee shirts. Not so many long sleeve, but plenty of short sleeve. Everything from a fairly innocuous "POET" shirt, to quotes from Emerson, Pessoa, and others. And some snarky ones. And some that require you to know something from literature. Take, for instance, the one I wore to work Tuesday: "HWAET!" (We had a dress-up day thing, where I was twinned --well, tripletted- with two others and we wore black tee shirts and jeans.) It's the first word, in Anglo-Saxon, that starts the Beowulf epic. I have a great purple one...

Another warm start to the day-- I sure could get used to it. Holly and I planted a few more things yesterday; we'll see what happens with the lettuce and spinach. I chose to put them in a porch planter. That way, I can keep them out of the sun if it gets too hot. And we broadcast some red poppies-- we'll see what comes of that, too.  Students are liking both Our Town and Summer of Soul, which is good. I have to grade a pile of essays I left alone this weekend, but mostly, things are rolling along well enough.  And I finally got my second galley proofs for the new book! They tell me that the printer is running about two weeks behind, which is going to likely make me shift my book release party. Sigh. Now I have to figure that part out. But I'll ask them for a better idea of when the book will arrive. I was hoping for June 14th (Flag Day, not UFC debacle day). It may have to shift to Fathers' Day. I dunno. I'm balancing a lot of scheduling, and it seems like either a...

We spent most of yesterday outdoors-- G doing most of my self-appointed tasks, as well as a few he wanted to get done. After church (and pancake breakfast!), we went to buy another phlox and a rose bush. Well, I got a couple of petunias, but restrained myself-- it's too early for vegetable sets. The lovely weather is misleading. We will not plant garden crops until the first of June (there's a second full moon in May this year--colder nights are a likelihood). G did the pruning for me (my ankle is in full revolt lately), and went on to prune back forsythias, dig holes, plant phlox, move solar lights...I'm sure there's something else, too, but it was a lovely outdoor day, getting things done. I got to hang out with Meg and Holly for a bit, too, and I made a nice Sunday dinner for us all. Fresh blueberry-rhubarb pie! Roast chicken and veggies! And all the windows were open.  Achoo. Pollen everywhere, too. The apple trees are blooming. The pears are still blooming like cra...

Ooo I got drafted to read this morning-- so, short note. I need to read over the passages.  I hope your Sunday is glorious.  It's sunny and warm. We'll be outside for a good part of today, I think! Ciao for now, blessings for everyone. C