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Apr. 29th, 2014 04:50 pm
Out and about
If I suffer tonight, I'll have only myself to blame for my excesses, even if ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zompist was my accomplice. He decided to drive on account of the stormy weather, which nonetheless mostly passed us by, and we took advantage of the mobility to dine at Cross Rhodes. Afterwards, I suggested checking out Hoosier Mama. He had a coffee; I had a dirty chai and a modest slice of ginger custard. It nice enough--cool and beginning to clear--that I could've walked it off, but we'd already spent two hours talking about life, literature, and language and I needed to get back to work.
It's that stage of spring I was agonising about being out of state for last year when every day brings something new into bloom or to sprouting. Today I noticed the first dandelions in a sheltered spot by the theatre building. A rhododendron was coming into bud on Arthur and the first bluebells were coming into bloom. Weekend before last was the turning point: that's when the forsythia appeared. Now its blooming everywhere, along with the magnolias, and the other trees and shrubs can't be far behind.
I regret not transplanting the lovage over the weekend; it seems to put on a new inch every day. We're hoping that tucking it a bit further back in the plot will prevent it from reaching such arboreal proportions, or at least keep it out of the way when it does so. The woodruff is finally leafing out to the point where I can think about harvesting it, but the clemates still seem to be suffering the lingering effects of being under the ice so long: still only a few green shoots and no runners to speak of.
zompist was my accomplice. He decided to drive on account of the stormy weather, which nonetheless mostly passed us by, and we took advantage of the mobility to dine at Cross Rhodes. Afterwards, I suggested checking out Hoosier Mama. He had a coffee; I had a dirty chai and a modest slice of ginger custard. It nice enough--cool and beginning to clear--that I could've walked it off, but we'd already spent two hours talking about life, literature, and language and I needed to get back to work.It's that stage of spring I was agonising about being out of state for last year when every day brings something new into bloom or to sprouting. Today I noticed the first dandelions in a sheltered spot by the theatre building. A rhododendron was coming into bud on Arthur and the first bluebells were coming into bloom. Weekend before last was the turning point: that's when the forsythia appeared. Now its blooming everywhere, along with the magnolias, and the other trees and shrubs can't be far behind.
I regret not transplanting the lovage over the weekend; it seems to put on a new inch every day. We're hoping that tucking it a bit further back in the plot will prevent it from reaching such arboreal proportions, or at least keep it out of the way when it does so. The woodruff is finally leafing out to the point where I can think about harvesting it, but the clemates still seem to be suffering the lingering effects of being under the ice so long: still only a few green shoots and no runners to speak of.