Monday, February 13, 2023
The crocuses in our garden are sending out little oblong buds. I've seen the flowers open elsewhere in London, mainly at the cemetery, but none of ours have fully blossomed yet.
Every time I go out in the garden I try to be especially careful that I don't step on any of them! They're so small and, until they flower, inconspicuous that it would be easy to do.
Our daffodils are opening up in a big way.
Yesterday I moved all our tender plants back outside, because there's no freezing weather in the forecast for the next couple of weeks. It's supposed to get down to 34º F (1º C) tonight, which is pretty close, but I think we're usually a few degrees warmer than the forecast so they should be OK. Especially the ones close to the house.
I spent yesterday reading "Say Nothing" by Patrick Radden Keefe, a book about the Troubles in Northern Ireland in the late '60s and early '70s. It centers on the disappearance of a young mother named Jean McConville in Belfast in 1972, but it's interwoven with stories about many other IRA and loyalist activities and personalities. It's very good. (I remember reading an article about McConville's abduction in The New Yorker several years ago, written by the same author.) It's a big book and I expected it to take me a while, but I already got through about half of it.
I took Olga to the cemetery in the afternoon. It was cloudy and so ridiculously dark -- kind of a dull twilight, even in midday. I am ready for some bright Florida sun! I'm terrified that I'm going to get sick again (as I did in December) right before our trip. Multiple people at school have come down with Covid in recent weeks and there are other colds out and about as well. I don't even like to mention it for fear of drawing the Evil Eye. It would truly be a case of earth-shattering bad luck to have it happen again, and as I told Dave, unless I'm spiking a fever or bleeding out my eyes, I fully intend to be on that plane!