One of my succulents has bloomed like she does every year at this time. Screaming bright blossoms that rise on stems above dusty little propellers. I've been watching it every morning this week. Walking past it. Admiring.
I like a plant that rests quietly for 11 months out of the year, not saying much, just blending into the background of the garden. Then in late July a soundless fireworks display. Perfect. That's the propeller plant.
I took a little stroll through the garden when I got home from school. Puttering around, squatting, bending over, acting as my own tripod.
On Monday evening I watched hypnotized as a spider built her web in a high corner of the pergola out back. It took her over an hour to weave all the complex parts together. During the day she hunkers down near the web, then at night she comes out onto the web and begins her repairs. She's out there tonight under the light of the moon. Fascinating. Better than my best Turkish movie.
This week I started Season 1 of In Treatment and Mad Men. Win, win. All the way around. Almost better than Miss Spider out back. Almost.