I love these floozy parrot tulips
“…I want to use the time it takes. Time is important to me now, I tell myself. Not that it should pass slowly or quickly, but be only time, something I live inside and fill with physical things and activities that I can divide it up by, so that it grows distinct to me and does not vanish when I am not looking.” Per Petterson, Out Stealing Horses (translation by Anne Born)
As I read that last night a large bug kept hitting the screen of the open window of the room I was in. Junebugs, already? I asked myself. It was a warm night after our hottest day of the year (79*F), the leaves are all out, the late tulips are blooming. Why does all this come as such a surprise to me? It must be I haven’t been paying attention.