What is missing from the world is a Quenton Tarintino movie adaptation of the book Trilby, by George du Maurier. It would be one dark film and it would cater to all the things Tarintino is good at: dark themes, a controlling manager (the trope namer for The Svengali) trying to own Trilby’s mind and soul, and Trilby’s a foot model – so it’s got plenty of reasons to film the feet of the actor who plays Trilby.
I mean, seriously. This book was practically written with Tarintino in mind, despite being a Victorian-era novel.
We lingered in the 50s throughout April cold, damp April showers, never once creeping into the 60s, and precious few sunny days. We’ve started seeing the promised May flowers and temperatures in the upper 80s.
Violets in time for Mother’s Day bouquets
Plants are starting to go into the garden spaces. We set up new planter beds up on the deck for herbs, finally replacing the smaller pots we lost in the 2020 August Derecho.
My tennis elbow persists, and it’s time to start the drastic measures. I went for a cortisone shot last week.
My doctor put me on light stretching and no repetitive activity. That takes out both knitting and crocheting, which I find inconvenient. Yarncrafting soothes the artist in my soul.
I need to schedule physical therapy again to continue working on this.
Or, if you’re patient, perhaps your preference is dandelions for wine.
Instead of picking up yarn and my hooks or needles, I’m using this gift of time to focus on building up my writing portfolio.
I’m also enjoying the perennials as they begin to bloom in my front garden. The early daffodils are almost gone, but the late spring daffies have taken their place. They’re blooming in abundance.
I think this is the most I’ve seen my white daffodils blooming.
Given it’s supposed to be in the 90s on Wednesday and Thursday of this week, I need to enjoy them before the heat gets them.
