Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Silhouetted against the early morning light, our drooping hyacinths. These were a foolishly expensive purchase in town yesterday, that took one sniff of our warm house and refused all forms of aid (changes of water, pinches of sugar, being moved somewhere cooler, and so on). But they express very well indeed how we feel: desolate at leaving sometime just before dawn tomorrow for Albuquerque airport.

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