Everything is coming up...

...no, not roses, but cyclamens. In our back yard, I mean. I think the woman who sold us the house we've been living in since 2003 used to buy little post of cyclamens to set out on her window sills and when they stopped flowering in late spring, she would just pull them out of their pots and throw them outdoors. We've never done that, but her cyclamens still come up here every year in wintertime.

I'm headed out to get a haircut at nine this morning. I quit going in for regular haircuts last summer, when I started feeling arthritic and got tired of my short hair. It's really long now, and I'm tired of that. Back in the 1970s, when I lived in Rouen for a year and then in Paris for two or three years, I always had long hair. I didn't want to spend my money chez le coiffeur because my pay was low. And long hair on men was in style.