When people suggest joining online mom groups, I balk. Mostly it’s for the reasons detailed in a previous entry, but also… it’s like online dating. It makes you wonder what’s wrong with the person. Bah. I’d rather read Romantic poets and airdry my sodden ego.
The Bradford pears are blooming earliest of all and they’ve been making me think of brides all week. They are an invasive species, it appears– I’ve been looking up North Carolina trees. Bradford is a cultivar of Callery Pear, a species from China. They are very beautiful and very smelly.
All the rest of the things I’ve written tonight are unfit for human consumption. I’ll probably spring them on unsuspecting friends at later dates.