A New York Subway Moment.

Last night, we were on our way back to Brooklyn after X-Men 2 (YAY! GO SEE IT!) and post-movie deconstruction over dinner. I was sort of half-snoozing in sweh's arms. Suddenly, from the group of people who'd been chattering over to the right there burst a loud, operatic voice. Singing opera. And I don't mean "loud and blaring", she sounded like a real, trained, stage-ready singer (like I know so much about opera), and her voice veritably filled the car.

So that was weird enough, and even though it was quite loud and I'm not an opera fan she was good enough that I wasn't annoyed, just sort of enjoying the surreality, when it took a turn for the more strange: an elderly gentleman, in brown suit and trenchcoat, apparently took offense at the impromptu concert, because he suddenly jumped up and moved over towards the singer with his fist cocked to punch her. One of the men in her party moved to intercept, and just sort of blocked him and held him back, and after a bit of snarling the old fellow got off at the next stop.

...Okay. Bye.

It restoreth my soul.

My darling pet and I have just returned from the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, where it is lilac season, cherry blossom season, and a fair amount of other things too. I'm superlatively happy right now, even though my knees are _not_. (I also managed to restrain myself in the shop there--acquired a tea towel, a replacement hat for the one I lost on the train, and three on-sale books.)

I think I'm going to try planting forget-me-nots in the raised bed where the bulbs are. Oddly, at the Garden, they had a bunch of 'em in almost full sun, next to pansies and tulips--it looked really cool, but I had always heard that forget-me-nots were shade plants. Hmmm.