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Two days ago, snowflakes slowly drifted down all day. There weren't a lot of them, and they weren't sticking, but it was enough for me to rant to a friend, "It was snowing this morning here in Nashville. SNOWING. Big, fat flakes of SNOW. We are supposed to be able to plant things outside after Good Friday! This is not right!"
Yesterday, it was 56 F. I left my coat in the car when I went to Cheekwood to study:
The view from my bench was spectacular:
...And there were snowflakes -- that is, Snowflake amarylli:
In other news, my poem "Schrodinger's Top Hat" has been chosen as a Goodreads finalist; voting is open to members until April 1. Wheeyay!
ETA 7:02 pm: A Geist newsletter just arrived in my in-box, with a link to David Albahari's essay on names, which includes a photograph of a snowdrop -- which is known in Serbian as a "hanging granny" (!).
Yesterday, it was 56 F. I left my coat in the car when I went to Cheekwood to study:
The view from my bench was spectacular:
...And there were snowflakes -- that is, Snowflake amarylli:
In other news, my poem "Schrodinger's Top Hat" has been chosen as a Goodreads finalist; voting is open to members until April 1. Wheeyay!
ETA 7:02 pm: A Geist newsletter just arrived in my in-box, with a link to David Albahari's essay on names, which includes a photograph of a snowdrop -- which is known in Serbian as a "hanging granny" (!).
