Atlas

You have gone out with handsomer, cavalierly boys. You kissed them, laughed with them, and didn’t mind leaving them. Why? Because they didn’t offer a future? Maybe. But also because you know damn well that sex isn’t ever enough for you. You want a brilliant mind that you can stimulate, but that you can also honestly look up to.

The cherry petals are just beginning to blow down like pink snow, & the laburnum & lilac are just opening a few buds, and a few apple trees are blooming in the orchard. There are bluebells everywhere, a lovely thundery purple, and a few beautiful "pheasant's eye" white narcissi are opening on the back hill, alone among the daffodils in being delicately scented, with a short, bright yellow trumpet ringed with red. I prowl about the place daily for little bouquets of this and that.