Saturday, June 7, 2008

George and Buddleia

ADVISORY: This entry is dated by when the events discussed occurred, not by when it was written (June 23, 2008).
In Baton Rouge, we visited N's old school, St. George's. He showed me his old haunts; I told him how just about every other Christian Palestinian guy from the city of Bethlehem is named George.

Butterfly bushes grow a lot bigger down south. In Wisconsin, they die back to the ground every year and don't have much time to go to seed, which has prevented them from becoming an invasive weed as in much of the rest of the country.

I felt rather discouraged from sliding down any of the slides at St. George's.

These here are blossoms on a mimosa tree. Much nicer than orange juice and champagne, don't you think?

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