That's one of the quotes of the day for today (yes, I have a quotes of the day gadget on my Google homepage and I am not ashamed to admit it). I've been thinking lately about people I haven't spoken with in ages, but I honestly do not know what I would say to them now. Aside from the pleasantries, the what have you been up to, and vague promises of getting together sometime? There really isn't anything. Estranged friends that have fallen out of my life? Relatives I rarely see with whom I have little in common? The men who have broken my heart and disappeared without a trace from my life after swearing that I was their irreplaceable best friend (sucker that I am, fell for it every time)? Okay, so maybe in that case there are the occasional fantasies of cutting them to bits with my rapier wit, or the whys that still sometimes bubble their way to the surface, but in reality? Silence rules. It's probably for the best anyway.
From silence to buzzing...
The plum trees were absolutely filled with honeybees today. Easily over a hundred, going over and over the flowers. They must be starved for nectar.
Flowers put me in the mood for garden porn. In this case, it's architecture and garden porn-- Tanglewood Conservatories. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous. When it comes time to build that greenhouse, I know where I'm going.