Sights, smells, sounds

After a long and indecisive spring, it is most definitely summer.  By way of update, this summer I am living at my grandmother’s house on Amherst Street (just east of Stanford Avenue).  I am working part time as a community garden manager on campus, which thus far includes mostly trying to figure out what the heck I’m supposed to do and getting up early to weed before the heat sets in.

After another year of the familiar white walls, bland wood furniture, and ubiquitous ceiling lights of Stanford dorms, I feast my sense’s at Nana’s house.  My eyes are caught by the butterflies which serve as handles throughout the kitchen, and by the camels of all sizes which louge around the house.  Upstairs in my room, gauzy white curtains billow inwards with the breeze, which carries on it the constant droning of the hundreds of bees which make their home in the attic above the window.  Occasionaly a ventursome bee will slip through a hole in the window screen and fill my room with crazed buzzing while it throws itself tragically at the light bulbs.  If they just stay still for a minute, I catch them and put them outside, but sometimes they wear themselves to small crunchy deaths.

The smells of alcohol and commercial cleaner have been replaced by the sweetness of gardenias and lavender.  I indulge my tastebuds with fresh strawberries, fresh orange juice, and savory black bean chili which Nana and I made, seasoned to deliciousness with cilantro.

Now if only it were 10 degrees cooler and I weren’t so lonely, the summer would be absolutely perfect.  Which brings me to my last point:  I’m around Stanford, I’d enjoy company, and I’m happy to travel by bike or foot to find it.  So drop me a line – I am almost certainly not busy.

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