Leap, Year

Unseasonably warm temperatures have once again brought about the early blooming of daffodils.  It’s this time of year when I’m always reminded of Wordsworth’s most famous poem (“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”), but seeing as how I’ve already written a blog about that, I will refrain from repeating myself.

Needless to say, this once-a-year phenomenon is one of the few things I look forward to anymore, but when it comes this early, my joy is replaced with despondency because such an early bloom usually precipitates another frost or chill which will ultimately kill all of the newborn flowers.

IMG_4600freshly cut daffodils alongside fancy sippin’ whiskey

So in anticipation of an impending chill, and likely also in some futile effort to take arms against a sea of troubles (it’s been a rough week, folks), I myself wandered lonely as a cloud into my yard full of yellow blossoms and delicately cut a handful of daffodils, brought them into my home, and gingerly placed them in a couple of empty Mexican Coke bottles (I’m all out of bud vases– no such need for those silly things anymore).

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In other news, I watched most of The Oscars last night, and I was surprised to see both Maureen O’Hara and Melissa Mathison show up in the “In Memoriam” segment.  I don’t know what rock I’ve been living under, but I completely missed the deaths of these brilliant ladies, and I feel the need to write a quick note about both.

melissamathisonhenrythomasMelissa Mathison and Henry Thomas (aka Elllll-iotttt) palling around on the E.T. set

Melissa Mathison, who unfortunately happens to be best known to most of the world as the ex-wife of Harrison Ford, is best known to me as the screenwriter for E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial, which was the first movie I ever saw in the theater and still holds the title as my sentimental favorite film.  It makes me sick to think of the talent she wasted and the opportunities she missed while she raised two children for her womanizing husband, Mr. Indiana Jones.  She deserved better from that man, and from life in general.  She was only 65 years old when she died of neuroendocrine cancer.

And what can I say about Maureen O’Hara other than I reckon I’ve always been in love with her?  I consider her to be the last truly great “old Hollywood” actress, and as far back as I can remember she’s been my favorite.  Not many actors could outshine John Wayne in every single movie they did together, but she sure as hell did, and I was incredibly saddened to see her face pop up during the “In Memoriam.”

maureenohara02Maureen O’Hara– as talented as she was beautiful

 

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