The tree that is in another person’s yard, but overhangs the other three, is filled with the sweetest of perfumes. It blooms out white and dozens of bees swoop down on it with an occasional butterfly.
The bees and butterflies that swarm it seem drunk from the blooms. The strong scent hits me as soon as I open the patio door.
Does anyone recognize this tree that begins to bloom close to May?
Gnats and flies are driving the pupsters crazy, so I’ve taken measures to rid the indoors of them. I’ve taken all my plants outside and inspected them. Gnats seemed to gather round them.
I looked up natural ways to rid my apartment of them. I’ve tried the vinegar in the glass with cellophane over it and poking small holes in so the gnats can get in, but then can’t get out.
I just inspected the glass that has sat for 24 hours, and don’t see one gnat in it. I can zap the occasional fly, but gnats are just too small.
I put the indoor plants on tables underneath the shade trees. I’ll have to get new potting soil, but I may let them enjoy the humidity for awhile. For we are certainly not short on rainfall.
Spring is such a magical time. When green shoots up from the dirt, and trees bloom, and color is in abundance.
Lately my dreams are of me running through a narrow space and opening door after door. Just when I think I’ve opened the last door to the outside, there is yet another long stretch, lying serpentine and endless before me.
It feels like the walls are closing in, so I run and run. Sometimes I have to bend down and sometimes crawl to keep going. I know I must not stop. I need a window, light, something.
So in my dreams I keep moving, never stopping to rest. As though my life depends on my opening the final door, and feeling the open air. Possibly the hint of a breeze on my face.