April in Tucson is the most agreeable time of year to be here. Doting on prickly pear blossoms is something we’d normally be doing now, which is perhaps why this year with all that’s going on we’re especially losing our shit over them.
Today makes my back hurt just thinking about it. We have started building our raised garden beds. I was feeling pretty good about the weekend-long effort, then Hiram said something about geometry and the square footage we’ll have for plants when we’re finished being less than I thought. How can four smaller beds using all of the same pile of the wood we had be less than our original plans for two bigger beds not using everything? The answer is: Whatever. I’m still stoked.
We had joy, we had fun, we went streaking in the sun. These are some daisies in the Samos neighborhood, seen along the way during this evening's COVID-19 quarantine sanity walk.
Young man wearing Joy Division Unknown Pleasures t-shirt a friend brought him from Asia. In other news, I am now that guy who says to young people about their favorite things: Why, you weren't even born yet.