lundi 30 juin 2008

Calling for mercy

Just don't ask how long
-- think, "How great"

Four down, four to go, and one abandoned in the corner.

I just keep visualizing hydrangeas bursting into color back here, with climbing Hydrangea anomala subsp. petiolaris and some other stuff growing up the wall and onto the trellis we will fix to the top. I see sunlight penetrating a once dark and tangled corner, full of grasping, clawing brambles. It's a little like seeing heaven.

Meanwhile, the hydrangeas up in the entry court continue to flower and delight the eye of any passerby not too preoccupied to notice. They got a reprieve today because the contractor did not, after all, show up as expected.

June 30. I had been waiting since about June 10 for the 30th. Last night, I was a nervous wreck. Read Emma until 1:30 in the morning and fell asleep listening to Will O'Wisp -- Wisp for short -- trying to claw her way into our room. I was not going to get up and let her in. Bad habit, that.

11:29 AM, message from the contractor, "Jacqueline de Floris [that's what he calls me], Eric Aubrun. We aren't going to be able to get there today as planned after all. We will be there tomorrow morning, Tuesday morning, at 10 AM. Call if me if that poses any problem."

No problem. No problem whatsoever.

That will give me time to finish Emma and get about halfway through Mansfield Park.

I am reading backwards by publication date through every word Jane Austen published. I love her. I wonder what she would have to say about my garden and this lady's idea of gardening.

I shudder.
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