Gunnera

The Gunnera is off to an early start, I thought. At least that is what I was thinking until I realised it is already May. Spring sprang a few days ago but before that it was cold for ages. So I kind of thought we were earlier in the year than we are..

Other things tell me that the year is moving on. Many flowers have flowered and gone, But I have been out of touch with the sense of the seasons I have been. Can I put it down to world events discombobulating the senses? The trip to Japan? The daily life of being married to a blindingly bright woman.

Other things that have filled in the space? I am reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. I have known about it for years of course, but never read it. And I started Hesse’s Steppenwolf, which I read a decades ago and realised I have been carrying a thought or an idea and it’s a good time to go back and look at it. And my buddies, they occupy my thoughts as well.