Another Blow

The hours blew away just like the wind that bent the trees all afternoon, and the clouds that were carried off by it. The sky was clear for the waxing moon. Now the frogs sing.

The jasmine has developed some sort of leaf blight. This is distressing. The scent of jasmine is one of spring's best gifts. If it fails to bloom, the nights will be less delightful, if not downright dull. I suppose I'll have to seek some cure if the plant's condition doesn't clear up.

Too many new photos on Flickr. The Internet keeps getting bigger, and time continues to erode. Floods are a terrible thing.