Posts Tagged ‘Moss’
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with bricks. According to CNN, both candidates “exceeded expectations.” (That’s a relief, in a way.) But mostly, it makes us remember when we ran for vice-president of our junior high school. And how we wrote a speech and delivered it very earnestly. Who knows what we said: […]
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Tags: Bricks, Elections, Junior High, Moss, Vice President
On the Corsican Mint Project
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with Corsican mint. This was just a few days ago: politics aside, it’s been another good season for Corsican mint! Of all the groundcovers we introduced into the garden, Corsican mint (Mentha requienii) has attained a particular affection for us. Although it has thrived in several places […]
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Tags: Bricks, Corsican Mint, Gardens, Moss
In which The Gay Recluse explores a longstanding obsession with moss-covered brick. Bricks, it seems, are the literal building blocks of civilization, whereas moss is the incremental destroyer. To see them together — and to appreciate the beauty of this — is to understand that you cannot have one without the other, just the way […]
Filed under: Architecture, City Pattern Project, Longing, Ruins, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden, Weather | 1 Comment
Tags: Bricks, Heidi, Lauren, Melancholy, Moss, Revelation, Spring, The Hills, Winter
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