Bloomsday 2024

 Every year I take another trip into Ulysses. This year I remember again I don't have the Kindle copy,  which went away with my old Kindle, couldn't be transferred,and which kept my place from year to year. I may have to reinvest in it. 

Meanwhile here's a Dublin tribute to Joyce. This is the bust shot of the full length brass North Earl Street sculpture, by Irish American sculptor Marjorie Fitzgibbon.

Bloomsday, Google it,  is  June 16, the day of Stephen Bloom's 1904 travels around Dublin, a latter day Ulysses, discovering and puzzling, up to the encounter with Molly, and one of the longest single sentences in the world.

It's so intense and layered I can only manage a short session each time before I get brain fatigue. Like the richness of Arundhati Roy, a bit goes a long way with this very appreciative reader.

Meanwhile I'm seizing the day to walk before the heatwave arrives.

Here's the bed of long-feral day lilies, beloved of artists for their shape and their meaning -- each flower lasts a day, the plant goes on indefinitely.

 

Forthcoming attractions 

And whatever these are, some daisy like wildflower 

And what looks like a nightshade flower fallen in the leaves 

A thoughtful young rabbit playing chicken with me.

Earlier a flicker ran across my path, crossing the street fearlessly. The squeaking from inside the tree she'd just flown down from indicated she was focused on finding food for the nestlings, never mind humans.

And home again, the potato flower on the patio reminding us it's a nightshade relative.

While I think about all this, I find I've made 25 golden pinloom squares 

I need to stop and measure to see if I have enough for what I have in mind. This fabric is so soft and drapey. I probably need quite a few more and hope the yarn holds up long enough. If not, I'll rethink it.

Happy day everyone, off to check the ac before I need it, haven't had it on yet.