April 17th, 2016

dragons got claws!


How pleasant this serene warm April afternoon is- almost like another place. Or time, whichever. Chairs out on the patio at the cafe, meaning room for me inside even on a Sunday, where I read Jonathan Harker having conniptions. (Do any of the Dracula movies actually show the Count doing the housework? Making beds is not what one thinks of when one thinks of Bela Lugosi.) And, Rites of Spring-like, finished cleaning off my front porch and put a bunch of last year's leaves in a garden waste bag. It begins. Alas. I am not a gardener, and even my philodendra, that hardy plant, are apt to droop and die.
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