someone / who knew how to look

[zirconium]

The subject line's from Rilke's "Turning Point," from the June 20 entry of A Year In Poetry (ed. Foster and Guthrie). The poem does nothing for me, actually, but years ago the anthology introduced me to C. H. Sisson's "Letter to John Donne," which I felt like reading aloud, to myself last night and into my microphone earlier today:

I am grateful particularly that you were not a saint
But extravagant whether in bed or in your shroud.
You would understand that in the presence of folly
I am not sanctified but angry.

The rest of my day has been more mellow. The Abbygator was delighted that I prepared baby bok choy for brunch, as she enjoys hoovering up the stubs. I followed the instructions at i am a food blog for preparing and baking the tofu, but instead of the honey garlic sauce, I stir-fried the bok choy with garlic, mirin, soy sauce, and scallions, to end up with this:



The crepe myrtles burst into bloom a few days ago. Some of the tomato vines were nosing near my French books for a couple of nights. Many of the other plantings have not panned out, but there is at last a French marigold blossom in sight (grown from seeds harvested last fall):



And blooms are emerging from the second generation of Christmas peppers (also from seeds I saved) as well:



And I'm hoping the cornflowers in the front yard do the self-seeding thing:

Comments

[kass]

oh, I miss crepe myrtles.

[zirconium]

Summer is arriving with a vengeance!
http://nashvillesevereweather.com/heat-wave/

[okrablossom]

Thank you.

> extravagant whether in bed or in your shroud
is rather lovely.