More Primroses and Harper Lee

Olga and I visited the cemetery yesterday, where the primroses are blooming among the headstones. I don't know if these are wild or escapees from someone's planting years ago, but they come back every spring.

The Ravenous Camellia Monster has demonstrated that he's not just ravenous for camellias. He's also coming around and digging through our flower pots. Can you see the dirt on his nose? We go through this every spring, and it's so exhausting. I don't know whether the squirrels are burying nuts or digging them up, or just looking for grubs and slugs and other snicky-snacks, but they wreak havoc on our plants. (They've already been digging around the foxgloves I planted Friday.)

We've learned that there will be no classes at school next week. I think I still have to work, though -- students will be coming in to collect belongings and take care of business before switching to online learning the following week, so I expect I'll be needed to take care of library stuff. I haven't yet heard otherwise, anyway. After a week of online learning we'll have Spring Break, and then the powers-that-be will re-evaluate to see whether we can return.

Aside from our trip to the cemetery, we stayed home again yesterday. One side benefit of social distancing is that I get lots of reading done. I'm working on a book called "Furious Hours: Murder, Fraud and the Last Trial of Harper Lee," about a murdered fraudster in Alabama and the efforts of author Harper Lee to write a true-crime book about his case. It's no spoiler to say she didn't succeed. The book provides not only an interesting look at the fraudster but also at Lee and her debilitating struggle with the runaway success of "To Kill A Mockingbird." Truman Capote, of course, plays a supporting role. I'm really enjoying it.