I had a long conversation with an old friend yesterday, it was comforting. He and I spent a couple of years not talking and in the last year we've reconnected and spend a few hours a month on the phone. He is into behavioral and evolutionary psychology as well and we can go off on long tangents because we have a compatible baseline knowledge of the subjects. Recently we've spent a lot of time discussing romantic love and how pop culture influences ideas of love. I confessed that when I'm feeling blue I always turn to Pride and Prejudice for comfort, even though the memes are the same I decry in popular culture. Maybe I should write a romance novel. Ick. I just grossed myself out even thinking that. But the conversation was illuminating, I even wrote down a couple of things he said to use in poems.
My nasturtiums are blooming, violet, white and pink. I have two orchid plants blooming, one indoor, one outdoor. The herbs I planted have started peeking through the earth, thread-fine shoots of dill and the little bumps of green that will unfurl into basil. I love sitting on my balcony. The hummingbirds are not too active yet, I doubt they're thirsty enough for artificial nectar when so much is naturally flowering. My rosemary is outgrowing the pot I have it in. There is a lot of color on the balcony. The crows have moved on to a neighborhood where the smaller birds aren't as aggressive, or maybe they've eaten their fill of babies. The mornings are gray.