This image is of a sign in a store front on Columbus Avenue in NYC. It was posted in an Indian restaurant that never re-openned and ultimately was taken over by someone else and turned into an expensive wine bar.
I don't know for sure but I assume that when the sign was posted (September of 2011), the proprietors of the Indian restaurant intended to only be closed for the day, not permanently. But alas things happen. And as I've said in prior posts, and will probably say again (re quoting an anonymous scholar), "if you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans."
As a writer, my take on the quotation has always been, if you want to make your muse laugh, tell him/her your plans, and I must've really had my muse laughing when I laid out my intent for this blog going forward (in an entry I made here two months and eight days ago).
For at this time, I am unable to post regularly on Blogger (and hence one of the things I will not be offering here is my annual garden review series). My reason for no longer being able to commit to a schedule here on Blogger is because the book (Words In Our Beak) that I am writing (which I mentioned in my entry two months and eight days ago) is about the only writing endeavor my muse will allow, except for posts on TLLG's Facebook Page, which I hope you will follow in my absence from Blogger.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
On Sunday, March 16th 2014, the day before a number of folks were due to celebrate the Saint Patrick's Day holiday, and two days after my last post here on Blogger, I realized another holiday was taking place, which was the 124th anniversary of the arrival of the bird type known as Sturnus vulgaris (European starlings) in New York City, the city where I live and have an urban garden that this bird type is now visiting.
I'm not happy about this situation as these European starlings seem to have driven Emily, my lone Baltimore oriole away, for as I said in my last Blogger entry, "I've not seen her since February 16th 2014, which was the third day of the Great Backyard Bird Count (GBCC), and thankfully I was able to enjoy her antics (which I've documented) on that day."
In any event, whether I care for starlings or not, is hardly the point, for, I did find it interesting to learn about the circumstances surrounding the anniversary of the their arrival in Manhattan and I posted the information on hometalk in honor of their day, March 16th 1890.
The following day, Saint Patrick's Day, on TLLG's FB Page, I made note of the fact that starlings had green coloring in their feathers. After all, it seemed apropos, on a holiday when some folks wear green to honor the Saint Patrick's holiday, to make mention of birds that have green coloring in their feathers. And, once again, whether I care for starlings or not, is hardly the point, for, I did find it interesting to see green in their feathers on Saint Patrick's Day.
I could never have anticipated an email that I got from a stranger who was outraged at me, and stated, "there is no room in the gardening world for people who love starlings."
Now, I must confess, that just as some of my visiting birds have been intimidated by the presence of starlings in my garden, I am a bit intimidated in posting within my own cyber-venues!
Friday, March 14, 2014
Thomas Hood wrote a poem called "No." Here it is:
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
Hood's poem may be familiar to TLLG's readers for I've referred to it in a number of cyber venues. including a prior post here on Blogger.