I'm a bit concerned that I am only inspired in summer when the flowers are out...
Another purpose of the blog is that of saving some good quotes such as the following:

The first thing one must do every morning is swallow a live frog…

And then there are daisies and bees....

With apologies to both the poppies and pansies, I now declare that the lilies are out...and I must be off to Heron Island...

I got this wonderful sentence from someone tonight: 

I bought a draft dodger from Carole and Marcie was the one who made it.

 

At first I thought she bought a car...and then I thought she supported a draft dodger...and then...I finally got it!

There is nothing quite so astonishing as an unopened echanicia...(All my spell check could offer was euthanasia!)

This is just to say: I love my dentist!

Whereas others are having extractions and implants and selling their cats to make the costs, he is just going to fill my crumbling old lady tooth with lava...or at least that is what it sounded like...

My cats can breathe a sigh of relief...

Daisies and pansies...how trite!

He was a man so kind that migrating birds came to rest on his shoulders.
Nancy Richler, The Impostor Bride

I like this book very much. I recommended it to my book club but some who had read it, said it was shallow.
I flinched...
And I have just had a eureka because I thought that Tobin's Brooklyn was shallow. They saw it as a work of art. I saw it as a not so interesting history of my own grandmother's immigration to Canada from Ireland.
And so it may be that those who damned The Impostor Bride see it as shallow, as just a repetition of their own stories in Montreal...
One's own history is much more vital than fiction.
So one ends up debating whether the word is imposter or impostor!
Is it Toibin or Tobin?
And...much to my amusement, when I heard Toibin speak, he delighted me and I will read another book by him...something I swore I would never do!

Post Script:
I almost resisted the pansies!

I must remind myself that just when I think I'm about to become a bag lady and my old lady teeth are crumbling...all I need to do is go out in the early morning and find me a flower to photograph and a dog to pat...and it seems...rather impractically...as if this too will pass!

And yes...it is passing rather well...