giveaway update--ju

last sunday

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SPRING !!!!

Last week was Lilac Sunday in the Arnold Arboretum-the only day of the year they allow (and welcome) picnickers. I always have time for a picnic, so leslie&I packed up some ranger cookies and cold hotdogs and followed the ebb of bostonians to the park. much to my delight, not only was lilac sunday on a sunny day, but it included lilacs. gazillions of them! down a lovely walk (in the giant, green and winding arboretum) we found lilac tree after lilac tree, each with a different smell, color and petal design, and each with a handy metal tag on the trunk to tell us the name. A few winners included: "Bella de Nancy", "President Poincare", and "Bridal Memories". what would you name a lilac breed?...makes you wonder.


The Arboretum also had lots of beautiful other things, like this bell chime flowering tree and awesome tree caves, like this one where we settled down to picnic until the day cooled down enough to chase us back home.


Boston has broken into blossom. Leslie and I couldn't resist a princess photo shoot during lunch in the Harvard medical quad.


These blossoms popped out down the street from my house. I can't help sticking my nose in everything. I love love love blossom smell. it makes me as happy as riding a bike or petting a ragamuffin dog. if you close up on the last picture you can see the pollen on my face...

Happy spring time!! we finally made it through the winter.

my new rockstar name

Honda Iceman

giveaway update--Wardies

Dream Song 14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no

Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

-John Berryman