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So many blossoms all around, so much blossom fragrance in the air, and every day a new bird singing, sweetfern and strawberries in my garden and violets in the grass—yes, this is May.
Oh in the merry month of May
Beneath the blossoms will you lie,
Will you linger, will you stay
And watch the sparrows as they fly?
Here is the chorus of birds at 6 am. You can hear the oriole very clearly at 2, 11, and 26 seconds. More hard to hear, unless you turn your volume way up, is the lovely wood thrush, who sings at 8, 15, and 23 seconds...
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the space between
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10:08 am
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(I didn't update for three days, so I have lots of entries stored up...prepare for Asakiyume spam... my apologies in advance)
"Do you think there's something between them?" "Nothing will ever come between us."
Isn't it interesting that in the first sentence, having something between is a good thing--a tie, a connection--and in the second case, having something between is a bad thing--a barrier.
In the throes of full cheek-burning, heart-racing passion, isn't the goal to close the space between, to be so close, so very close that electrons and protons forget what they are?
And then, that experience becomes the "something between them" ... and having shared it, the lovers promise "nothing will ever come between us."
...What happens after is another story, but as for stories, their number is infinite... or more than I can count, anyway.I feel...:  passionate I hear...: Eliza Carthy and the Kings of Calicut: "Fisher Boy" |
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I'm definitely going to use this, or something based on it, in a story one day:
(From Wikipedia's entry "Rhododendron")
Some species are poisonous to grazing animals. These Rhododendrons have a toxin called grayanotoxin in their pollen and nectar. People have been known to become ill from eating honey made by bees feeding on rhododendron and azalea flowers. Xenophon described the odd behavior of Greek soldiers after having consumed honey in a village surrounded by rhododendrons. Later, it was recognized that honey resulting from these plants have a slightly hallucinogenic and laxative effect.
Traveling through the links (God bless the Internet), I come to this, from Pliny the Elder, on "Maddening Honey":
In the country of the Sanni, in the same part of Pontus, there is another kind of honey, which, from the madness it produces, has received the name of "mænomenon." This evil effect is generally attributed to the flowers of the rhododendron, with which the woods there abound; and that people, though it pays a tribute to the Romans in wax, derives no profit whatever from its honey, in consequence of these dangerous properties ... What can we suppose to have possibly been the intention of Nature in thus laying these traps in our way, giving us honey that is poisonous in some years and good in others, poisonous in some parts of the combs and not in others, and that, too, the produce in all cases of the self-same bees? It was not enough, forsooth, to have produced a substance in which poison might be administered without the slightest difficulty, but must she herself administer it as well in the honey, to fall in the way of so many animated beings?I feel...:  enthralled I hear...: Old Blind Dogs: Twa Corbies |
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