It was the profusion of lilacs, though, that caused Aimée to catch her breath. Two or three of the florist’s pails in front of each of the four shops held several varieties. With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, she hummed to herself, stooping to smell the sweet-scented double [...]
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One•XII•3
Posted in Part One, Section 12, tagged Abraham Lincoln, lilacs, Paul Hindemith, Walt Whitman, winter on January 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
One•XII•2
Posted in Part One, Section 12, tagged cambridge blue, muscari, narcissus, perfection, tulips on January 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Aimée contemplated the Bloemenmarkt of tulips on the sidewalk in front of the shops. With a tentative, tremulous curiosity that was itself almost lepidopteran, she bent down to examine a bouquet of blush single early Apricot Beauties, then fingered the perfect curled pink petals of the double late Angelique, the twisted, glossy, fringed [...]
Part One•Section XII•Paragraph 1
Posted in Part One, Section 12, tagged anticipation, cat, eustace tilley, goldfinch, lilac, self-consciousness, Spring, the new yorker on January 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A little embarrassed by her own excitement at the prospect of finding lilacs, Aimée paused to tighten her shoelaces—like a cat who, on realizing that she is being watched while in an undignified tussle with her own tail, stops, with conspicuous indifference, to clean her paws—before rounding the corner. She made a left turn [...]
