Thursday, July 07, 2005

Nothing but flowers, Tavistock Square

There's just not much to say in response to ongoing violence the world over. It all seems incredibly far removed from the friendly shores of Ontario, I'll tell you that much. All I can offer is this Lily. Yesterday I spent planting a perennial container garden for Bob's Mom and I was thankful for such a small, satisfying task.

I leave the last word to Woolf, for whom Tavistock Square was central:
And all the tubes have stopped and all the omnibuses, she sais, turning round. A breeze went through the square. In the stillness they could hear the brances rustle as they rose stlightly and fell, and shook a wave of green light through the air.

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