We are also having some construction done in our neighborhood.
This morning we woke up to find a crew digging a giant pit at the end of our driveway.
David had to maneuver the car very skillfully across our neighbors' driveways to get us to campus.
And now we still have a hole and a small hill of dirt at the end of the driveway.
The resident mockingbird -- who doesn't even like it when we walk out to the car -- is not happy at all about the construction.
On Valentine's Day we went to Maclay Gardens.
We sat on the benches in that little gazebo by the lake.
David wrote me a poem in Greek.
I wrote him a sonnet in English.
Then we walked around for a couple of hours in the gorgeous early spring landscape.
We saw luminous Spanish moss.
Carpets of camellias.
David took lots of flower pictures.
It was too early for azaleas or magnolias, but we saw spectacular flowering trees that we couldn't identify.
Like this one, which had little clusters of vivid pink flowers shaped like bells.
And this very fragrant tree.
And this pinky-lavender one.
We saw all kinds of life, including the very small.
And the very large.
And we left thinking about all the signs of spring flowers yet to come.
I love this photography project What Does Your Tea Time Look Like, which shows you cups of tea from around the world. This is what my tea time looks like, in case you're curious.
Green tea poured from a sunny yellow teapot into my favorite octopus cup. The handle is a tentacle!
It's been very foggy lately, and I keep posting pictures of it because I love the way it makes Tallahassee look like a magical underwater city.
I walked around Lake Ella this evening in the fog. The ducks were already curled up with their heads nestled into their back feathers and one leg tucked up under them, but they woke up and gave me hopeful looks as I passed by. 
I was almost alone in the park with the sleepy ducks and the turtles. One solitary grebe was paddling through the mist. Someone in one of the shelterhouses was playing sad, dreamy jazz on a saxophone; I'm not making this up. Fog must bring it out in people.
Then the white fog condensed into rain, and I headed for home.
This week David is immersed in research for an article he is writing, which is also going to be a job talk for an upcoming interview. It involves some giant books.
The park is filled with night and fog,
From Spring Night, by Sara Teasdale (I left out the depressing verses, since they aren't fitting for my life right now, but you can read the whole poem here.)
One of the Bloomingtonauts had a very exciting and adventurous week. Unfortunately, it was not the one with the camera.
When David left for a conference in San Antonio, I was on campus teaching our classes -- both mine and his.
While David was in San Antonio, I went for a walk at Lake Ella. 
I saw some cold little ducks.
And a heron.
While David was meeting with his book editor, I bought lots and lots of turnips at the farmer's market.
I taught more classes.
As David was flying to Atlanta, where he had a connecting flight, I was preparing a Greek lesson and eating Greek food.
When David found out that an ice storm had hit Atlanta and closed the entire city down, I was teaching my Greek class in this building.
In this awful classroom with a column in the middle of it, blocking a whole row from my view.
While David was snowbound in Atlanta for a few days, he took this picture on his cell phone: downtown Atlanta, normally crowded with people, now deserted except for one lone tourist wheeling her suitcase down the street.
Meanwhile, I made an enormous pot of soup.
While David was on his return flight from Atlanta, I was giving a lecture in this classroom.
When David came home, I was there to greet him.I opened presents with my family. Will and Brenda gave everyone pictures that they took on their trip to Greece, Turkey, and Egypt. In this clip, they are giving Granddad a photo of the Sphinx.
Margaret and I sang some songs.
Temporary Librarian and I went for a walk in the woods.
I spent New Year's Eve (and the morning of the new year) with Jennifer and John in Indianapolis.
This is John pointing to the place on his family tree where the name of his new baby will go. Two days later, baby Rowan was born.
Back in Bloomington, David and I played some board games with my parents, Will, and Brenda. Here one of the teams attempts to spell "caravan" backward. Several other things happened -- a lovely brunch, some great conversations, more Indiana scenery -- but I didn't take pictures of them. And finally the Bloomingtonauts returned to Tallahassee and started the new semester.
Moving Forward
It seems that things are more like me now,
-- Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Bly
