Tweaking

Blue thou art, intensely blue;

Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

James Montgomery

Grape hyacinths make me smile. They bloom in quiet places here, under trees, tucked behind a rock, or almost hidden in other foliage. I find them enchanting.

I usually don't pick them because they add color to a landscape that needs it in spring. However, the deer are also enchanted by them and nip them off, leaving short stems, and my heart to mourn their loss.

I have thwarted the deer, and picked a few stems to enjoy indoors.

Thank you, my dear readers, for your encouragement regarding my paper. It's done except for the final polishing. I dither over pushing 'send.' There's always a word or a sentence that can be tweaked. Or a sentence rearranged. Or a comma to insert or omit. 

My husband and my children tell me to just push send ... So I will. This weekend. Sometime. This is what comes from studying on my own, without firm due dates. Dithering. Tweaking. 

Now I'm off to tweak my house. It needs it. The dust bunnies amassed in great hordes while I was furiously composing my papers. It's time to quell their advance.