SeedPearl of Bluster
Feb. 15th, 2024 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoDear me. This is what happens when you let yourself off the hook with any kind of writing, even if it's only a lousy blog post. I quote once again D.W. Winnicott's statement that "artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide."
Last night it snowed again! After days of bizarrely snowless and even spring-like weather when it seemed more like mid-March than mid-February, we got nearly six inches more of heavy, wet white stuff. So instead of other things I might have been doing, I went out and shoveled snow again. Our neighbor Danish, wife of Irish, went past, walking her dog, and said she was hoping it would all just melt. The Manly Man across the street was shoveling snow vigorously and with despatch, as he does everything, and remarked that it seemed a fool's errand to shovel it, since it probably will melt. I agree, but on the other hand, it will be below freezing for several days now, so it will freeze again, and I wouldn't want to put up with piles of ice until it warms up. So I shoveled it anyway. I had a truly wretched night last night, but somehow getting outside and doing things makes me feel slightly better. I gaze upon my beautifully clear and dry driveway with satisfaction, even though I have precious little other satisfaction at this time.
At sunset, the clouds were moving fast across the sky, driven by the wind that was bringing in the cold front. Sunset light gleamed through frosty-looking clouds with that baleful yellow glow that warns you that it's going to be cold.
Oh! I do have one other accomplishment to report. Sometime last month, I had a potato that was seemed too green to eat, so I set it aside. And then, me being me, I left it sitting on the counter for a few days. It started to sprout, as potatoes do. But this one was unusual. It developed little spheres, like mini-potatoes, clustered among the sprouts. Me being me, I was curious and kept watching it. The actual potato kind of sagged and shrank as the sprouts absorbed the substance of the parent potato. It was starting to look kind of gruesome as a kitchen decoration. So I took my little science project and planted it in a pot. Now it has shot up thick, vigorous stems and frilly leaves. If I can just keep it alive until spring, I might even get some more potatoes out of it. I'm thrilled.
Last night it snowed again! After days of bizarrely snowless and even spring-like weather when it seemed more like mid-March than mid-February, we got nearly six inches more of heavy, wet white stuff. So instead of other things I might have been doing, I went out and shoveled snow again. Our neighbor Danish, wife of Irish, went past, walking her dog, and said she was hoping it would all just melt. The Manly Man across the street was shoveling snow vigorously and with despatch, as he does everything, and remarked that it seemed a fool's errand to shovel it, since it probably will melt. I agree, but on the other hand, it will be below freezing for several days now, so it will freeze again, and I wouldn't want to put up with piles of ice until it warms up. So I shoveled it anyway. I had a truly wretched night last night, but somehow getting outside and doing things makes me feel slightly better. I gaze upon my beautifully clear and dry driveway with satisfaction, even though I have precious little other satisfaction at this time.
At sunset, the clouds were moving fast across the sky, driven by the wind that was bringing in the cold front. Sunset light gleamed through frosty-looking clouds with that baleful yellow glow that warns you that it's going to be cold.
Oh! I do have one other accomplishment to report. Sometime last month, I had a potato that was seemed too green to eat, so I set it aside. And then, me being me, I left it sitting on the counter for a few days. It started to sprout, as potatoes do. But this one was unusual. It developed little spheres, like mini-potatoes, clustered among the sprouts. Me being me, I was curious and kept watching it. The actual potato kind of sagged and shrank as the sprouts absorbed the substance of the parent potato. It was starting to look kind of gruesome as a kitchen decoration. So I took my little science project and planted it in a pot. Now it has shot up thick, vigorous stems and frilly leaves. If I can just keep it alive until spring, I might even get some more potatoes out of it. I'm thrilled.
