Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Return of the Peacock
The peacock butterfly was back again yesterday morning, flitting among our forget-me-nots. Doesn't it look amazing against all those blue flowers?
I ventured out to the grocery store again yesterday. I went back to the big Sainsbury's at the O2 Centre rather than our little neighborhood shops, where the aisles are very narrow. At the big store I have more selection and more space, though it's less convenient.
Grocery shopping has got to be one of the least pleasant aspects of this coronavirus situation. It's no fun even in the best of times, and now -- with the added specter of infection and the need to skirt everyone else as widely as possible -- it's even worse. But I got out with enough food for the next three days, plus two bottles of my favorite red zinfandel, which I haven't seen at Sainsbury's since this whole mess began. And pasta! Woo hoo!
Perhaps as a result of all the tension, I saw a man and a woman have a full-on shouting match near the checkout lanes. The Sainsbury's employees had to come and move them along. I couldn't tell what the fight was about -- they both had heavy accents of some type and I couldn't understand a word.
As I walked home with my bags, I took a closer look at the once-viney tree -- now blooming!
Here it is from across the street. Remember how the woman who lives in the nearest house told me she thought it self-seeded from the fruit tree in her front yard? (Despite the presence of support stakes that were clearly put in by the council when it was planted.) Well, you can see her tree too, in the rear -- and it's blooming white. Definitely not the same variety of tree. Whether that woman will notice or admit that is anyone's guess.
Anyway, it's not in full bloom yet, so you might get one more picture when it flowers completely. I cut a bunch of sprouting hops vines from around its base yesterday. Those things are persistent. I imagine them writhing and hissing like evil snakes.
Olga and I went to the cemetery in the afternoon. Her enthusiasm for these cemetery walks has definitely waned. Maybe she's bored and I need a new destination. We heard the turaco, and I had my good camera so I lingered hoping to get a new picture of it, but every time Olga and I got close it stopped calling so I could never pinpoint its location. Crafty!