if you promise to let it grow.

today i slept until noon again and planted some tulips and got really excited when i saw the bulbs i planted a couple months ago starting to come up and ordered a hammock and rode my bike to the library in the dark and watched harold and maude, with some unfun things in between but they don't really matter. there's this lovely bluejay that comes and keeps me company every once in a while, i've seen him almost every day and he comes for the birdseed i leave out, although there were two of them at once and i don't know which is which but they're pretty, and actually he's a western scrubjay, my sister looked him up in our oregon bird book. when i was younger, like maybe six or sevenish, my brother and i would sit in our parent's bedroom and play our old teaser and the firecat record and morning has broken was our favorite song and we'd play it over and over again and sing along, i remember it really well. i think i'm going to go to bed early for once. after all, i do have class at one. tulips might just be my favorite flowers, but i can't decide.