- The EU headscarf ruling, or how to undercut your own argument.
- How Great Would This Be?
- This just came in through the contact form
- A Jet-Lagged R4
- Idée Fixe
- My Rejected Submission for "Thought for the Day"
- A Sense of Proportion
- My missed career as a theologian.
- Big increase in the price of paper ahead.
- Never as planned
- Wat de mens gescheiden heeft
- Found on an old hard drive
- Any sufficiently advanced technology
- "For A Successful Life"
- Awash with rage
- Watch, anyone?
- Stand Up for What You Believe in, or Maybe Not
- Convert Now, Before You Change Your Mind
- That Time of Year
- Group Smarts
- It's the Smell, Stupid!
- The Final Copernican Revolution
- The Long March
- Dalton's Beetle
- No problem
- A forum Moderator's Guide out of the Democracy Fallacy
That Time of Year
Each year the end of March heralds a short visit of ephemeral beauty. That's when the magnolias in my neighborhood bloom. I promised myself that one day I shall plant one in my garden. It's the closest one can get to actually possessing something as wonderful. Not that that's very close. There's no way to keep the flowers other than by leaving them on the tree, and then it's very much up to the fickle March weather how they fare. The magnolias started blooming here a week ago in a positively balmy 15ºC, but today a cold snap with hail and snow cut my happiness short. Many gardens are now covered with lilac petals that are quickly turning a dull brown. Still, I want a magnolia.
I'm amazed it's that season again. Last time was like yesterday, except that I've grown one year older, grumpier and frailer. But then as compensation for my own decay, each year my magnolia would reward me with increasingly generous gifts of beauty. Makes one look forward to old age.
Now, where do you buy these things?
Tuesday 18 October 2011