La problème de la nuit reste entier. Comment la traverser, chaque fois la traverser tout entière?
Que mes secondes sont lourdes! Jamais je ne les aurais crues si lourdes. Instants éléphatiasiques.
The problem of the night remains total. How to cross it, cross it completely each time?
How heavy my seconds are! I never would have thought them so heavy. Elephantasiac moments.
-- Henri Michaux, "Après l'accident / After the Accident," translated by Dori Katz
This variety of tulip is called "Blue Wow," but it looked decidedly purple to me.
I am salivating, so to speak, over the Julia Child rose in my White Flower catalog. I am also tempted to attend tonight's Plants + Pints event, in search of begonias. At the moment, though, the urge to go back to bed is warring with the urge to sneak in an hour of weeding. And maybe to sow a new crop of radishes.
Speaking of radishes...