May is the month when bottlebrush (Callistemon) starts to bloom around here in Tuscany and one bush is conveniently placed in a garden just behind our home. This is how it went last May.
And if you are impatiently waiting to flower, think about what Denise Riley wrote about it in the essay “Lyric Shame” which was kindly sent in by Christopher Perry who writes beautifully at Voyage des Mots.
Flowering itself is a sign of distress, in that a plant starved of nutrients will produce flowers but not leaves, in its desperate attempt to make seeds, its own future.Denise Riley
If I may direct you to the post in the memories from 2017 about three feel-good moments in my life, I will. This is the direction into which I’d like to blossom, now that seeds are out of the question.
And finally, for those following the basketball saga: While almost everybody thought that the Dallas Mavericks would be out by now, last night they won against the Suns, which makes it twice in a row, and tied the series to 2:2. Now we shall see if they will be allowed to stage an ambush in the Phoenix desert tomorrow night. Because if you play really well, really together and really unselfishly, you can beat the best team, the referees and the entire system even away from home.
This day in my blogging history
2014: Eurovision Song Contest: See, we have books and fairy-tales – Italian commentator was repeatedly saying “I don’t know, I don’t know whether she is a Snow White or a witch” – and if this is all that Slovenia promotes this year, I’ll be happy.
2017: Three feel-good moments from my life: Driving in Piraeus is borderline lunacy, lunapark and moon-landing. (The photo is from Trieste though.)