The Furious Spinner

Happy late Beltane! I hope you were giving and receiving all the loving you wanted; that is, after all, the traditional way to spend Beltane. And jumping over a fire or dancing around a Maypole. Whatever suits you. Personally, I like hugging and cuddling way. This peace demonstration is a good way to spend the day, too. I like the peace symbol they made with their bodies (see second photo).

Last week I did some digging around in the dirt. The first time since I got poison oak last. And for the first time in a long while I felt grounded. I still don't know what I'll plant veggie-wise. The moon won't be right for that until next week. The huge magical rosemary bush out back and the two smaller ones out front are all in bloom—lovely lavender-colored blossoms. The sage bush is getting ready to bloom, and one of the lavender bushes out front is blooming—it's blossoms are deep purple, oddly. Everything is blooming, blooming, blooming! Ain't it grand! The rhodie bushes in town have started blooming. Our rhododendron is always a bit of a late bloomer. We have bright orange poppies growing along our steps and in clumps on our front yard. We just grin every time we see them. At night and in the morning, the poppy flower curls up on itself, like precious orange parchment paper, awaiting a sign from the sun before opening up to reveal its grand secrets, again. That's when I bend low, like a bee to pollen, as I try to decipher the secrets of the poppy, written in code on its shiny orange inside.

Last year the guy who came to replace our hot water heater drained the hot water onto our front lawn. The hot water killed the grass, leaving behind a brown vagina-shaped patch. A few days ago, I dug up the patch and planted red poppies and red sage. It'll be interesting to see if anything will grow in my new vagina garden.

You've probably already heard the good news about the sightings of the late-lamented newly celebrated ivory-billed woodpecker. It had been considered extinct for the last 60 years—until now. Nature surprises us.

Speaking of Nature, dawn is creeping around the edges of night. I can see clouds across the river, sinking down toward the water like a fluffy white blanket. Makes me think maybe I can go back to sleep now.

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