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Maybe I have a hole in my head where all the words have leaked out.

I looked down around my feet to see if they were there, but all I see is bright green new grass. Sometimes pavement. Sometimes shoes.

Where have the words gone? Have they traded in their D's for M's and gone inching off, into the grass, greening themselves with protective coloring? Camo-worms.

I know that technically I shouldn't have used apostrophes there with D & M, but I seem to remember that sometimes apostrophes are necessary when the lack of them would cause confusion. You wouldn't be sure what I was talking about if I had written Ds and Ms, see? Actually, I believe the lack of apostrophes always causes confusion. That's why so many people feel the need to pluck them from thin air and stuff them into words where they don't belong.

If the words WERE leaking out, would my mind eventually be empty and still, peaceful as a pond with no wind to stir it, no fish to jump, no skating waterbugs? Or would they keep welling up from my subconscious, an endless flow slithering down around my ears, over my shoulders to plump onto the ground.

I bet some words plump when they drop. Words like plump, for example. Words like sofa and potato and hippopotamus. Others do that wafty, leaf-dancing air spiral: kinetic, mantis, articulate. Still others dive in a smoothing glide straight out, at an angle, coming to rest like a paper airplane—one of the ones that actually flew instead of immediately nose-diving. Like glycerine, maybe. Or singular.

I like the idea of little word-worms. I'm thinking more of the inchworm type of worm; caterpillars, really. Not worms at all.

Things that made me glad today: Having a good Barky day. Wearing a new necklace. Sunshine. Kohlrabi and snap pea sprouts. That my kids actually agreed to and ate speedily up the omelettes I made them for dinner (a first). A great progress report from Karin's teacher (and Martin's last week). A half-day tomorrow and a 4-day weekend ahead. A chatty phone call from my brother. That one place on our walk where Martin and I can't figure out what smells so good: the lilacs? Those little yellow-blossomed weeds? The cherry trees? These bushes whose name I can never remember? Martin and I are pretty sure it must be the lilacs, but there are lilacs EVERYWHERE right now, and it's always just in this one spot that we get hit with this sudden blast of sweet-smelling-something. It's like airborne candy perfume.

*Title from a quote by Goethe
mood: lethargic
music: Laura Pausini—La Solitudine


Those bushes are called "lagerhägg" at least in Swedish. They grow black berries in autumn.

*does a quick Wiki-search* Cherry laurels apparently ...

Did someone named Victoria start at Axis today? Give her my regards if she did and you talk to her. We worked at Beijer together.

Maybe I shall make an effort to at least remember the Swedish name of those bushes. That'd be fun=)

It's funny, I followed your link and clicked on the Dutch page but the name they give there doesn't ring a bell AT ALL. Will have to ask my mum -again- what it's called generally.

Did not know it was also part of the Prunus family tho!

Thanks for the name! I know I've been told it before, but it doesn't seem to stick for some reason.

And yes, she started yesterday! I'll tell her you said hello :)

Yes, after clicking to the link I thought, "I think I've told her what these are already..." ;)

And, ladyvox, psst: "laurierkers"

I KNEW it was you that told me! :D Why won't it stick? The pink & purple flowers with the spotted leaves won't stick either, darn it.

The pink & purple flowers with the spotted leaves are Pulmonaria or Lungwort. The leaves supposedly resemble a diseased lung, hence the hame. (Fact like that always help me to remember things.)

A diseased lung?! Good lord. I always think of 50s polka dotted skirts for some reason. That won't help me remember Lungwort! :D

These bushes whose name I can never remember?


I too have several of these bushes in my surroundings but NEVER can remember the name. I don't recall them having a distinct nice smell though?

No, that's the thing. Every time (it's been about 3), we both stop in our tracks and look around and then go over (in a stranger's yard) and sniff at everything in turn. :D

From Megsie

I am glad that you had things to bring you gladness today :)

I am still enjoying the lilacs as well as the crab apple blossoms in my neighborhood. Too bad they can't stay longer!

Re: From Megsie

Thanks Megsie! I guess if they were around longer we wouldn't appreciate them as much :)

Drop it like it's hot, girl!

Glad to hear Barky is behaving. I think Barky is magnificent, by the way, especially in the wind. I have a limp, kinky mess on my head most days, so I'm super jealous of all that body!

I used to hate my hair, so it's nice to (mostly) love it now. Probably because I've given up on trying to tame it.


"I bet some words plump when they drop. Words like plump, for example. Words like sofa and potato and hippopotamus. Others do that wafty, leaf-dancing air spiral: kinetic, mantis, articulate. Still others dive in a smoothing glide straight out, at an angle, coming to rest like a paper airplane—one of the ones that actually flew instead of immediately nose-diving. Like glycerine, maybe. Or singular."

I loved this paragraph. Read it and then said it out loud just for the pleasure of it. Beautiful wordsmithing.


:) thanks, you.

I was a very rebellious teenager in high school and did lots of things I shouldn't have including eating some unusual pills which one day made the teacher's words start appearing before my eyes just like in a cartoon bubble. Her words went into the bubble and then when the bubble was full they started falling to the floor and walking around. The words in the books on the shelves started coming out of the books and walking on the floor, joining the words that were falling out of my teacher's bubble.

I kid you not. This really happened and your post made me have a flashback.

Thanks, that was groovy, man.

PS - Missed you guys tonight - that place was AWESOME. You really must make the trip sometime.

Hahahah! It's such a hoot to me to think of you being a crazy wild child. It was the same with Carol. Once in awhile she'd refer to something she'd done a long time ago, with this totally naughty look in her eye. Your flashback sounds like a good one! Much better than slavering monsters coming out of the woodwork.

And I know, I'm really sorry about last night...Anders didn't get home until after 8:30 and I just couldn't get it together :( I do want to go, and Karin was mad at me for asking and then not getting there.

I'm pretty sure that if I didn't love you before, I am totally in l'ov'e with you now! (And I'm pretty sure I loved you before anyhow.) WORDS!

Words are wonderful, aren't they?! Even when they're being wormy. And the l'ov'e is mutual, baby! :D

You're a gal after my own heart. Word falling skills... I love it! Apparently not ALL your words left you. :) (On a slightly deeper note, I hope you've been able to find ample moments of joy and solace lately, even as you grieve your friend's departure. I'm sure the walks with your son and nature's candy perfume help. ::hugs::)

Yes, they do (and I have), which is comforting. It's still unbelievable, and the funeral next week will be AWFUL, but I'm glad at least that she didn't suffer very long. :(

I like how you write with words falling out of your head. This post was full of bright beautiful little glimmer sentences. Word worms.

And my bet is for the lilacs, sun soaked especially in that spot.

After walking past there several times, and stopping and investigating, we're sure it's the liiacs. It's a reall windy spot for some reason, and the wind comes rustling through the lilacs BEHIND us as we walk past them and streams the scent up to us. It's really a great spot. You could stand there all day!

Words haven't left one bit! Your "painting" with words, your descriptions vivid, your wit charming. I loved this! (And I threw in an apostrophe there too.)

:) thanks!

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