Sunday, March 17, 2019

Memento mori

     Rare is the weekend where I have to work. Well, except for Sunday mornings, when I usually write my Monday column. Except not this morning, because I'm so busy writing this big important project for the paper, the column got pushed aside. 
    I don't want to ignore the blog post though. However ... I can't say that after a day grinding at this task ideas are straining in their seats, waving their arms, going "Ooo, ooo! Me! Me!" 
     In addition. Maybe the slaughter of 50 Muslim worshippers in New Zealand makes the whole effort seem extra pointless. Social media, so stuffed with words as it is. Words, words, words. Suddenly words seem ... I almost said "cheap." But they're worse than cheap, aren't they? They're free, and worth every penny.
    Enough that I don't feel like adding more to them. 
    I do, however, have this photo I do not believe I have posted before. My wife and I were in Paris two years ago, visiting out oldest son at the Sorbonne, and we passed this florist on the Rue Monge in the 5th Arrondissement. Apt for spring, don't you think? Lovely to look at, colorful comfort in light of all the grim news. With perhaps a bit of apt symbolism tucked in, if you look hard.
    Oh okay: they're cut flowers. Which means the clock is ticking. Beautiful now. But later, soon, not so much.  Enjoy them while you can.


  1. Thanks for the image of beautiful flowers! I start to get itchy this time of year for color to return to nature. Can't wait for the green glow in the trees as they start to grow their summer leaves. Winter is so dreary.

    1. "A little madness in the Spring
      Is wholesome even for the King.
      But god be with the Clown
      Who ponders this tremendous scene
      This whole Experiment in Green
      As if it were his own." Miss Dickenson


  2. Thank you. Absolute madness everywhere. Even the idealized places on the planet.

  3. The problem with the words is though they take up little space on the page, those who should heed them have scant room for them in their tiny little minds. Thanks for the flowers. Take the rest of the day off.

  4. Come gather 'round people where ever you roam...for the climate is a changing. Yes, for once climate change we can believe in. The drought is broken and we have a California wildflower super bloom. Hippies are running around putting flowers in their hair. I'd yell at them to get a job hippy, but they're mostly retired, and deserve some fun in their old age.


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