this morning, in my garden, the first of the daylilies bloomed. it’s such a lovely event to anticipate.
today i’ll begin simone de beauvoir’s the mandarins. appropriate, i think, considering i’ll be spending my summer studying between the very walls she did (hooray!).
and yes, i did finish the winter of our discontent. i closed the book feeling lonely and separate from it. perhaps steinbeck and i simply are not meant to be friends.