The story behind the icon is this. Among the most seminal things I read as a child was a story of H.G. Wells called "The Crystal Egg" in which a repressed little shopkeeper gets hold of an egg-shaped stone with a hole at one end. When he looks through the hole like you looke through the hole in a sugar Easter egg, he sees a vista of an alien landscape and intelligent aliens. To me, reading is all about the crystal egg, and so, therefore, is writing. Currently, I have nine different visions in my crystal egg, most being earthly or Martian landscapes, and now this plum blossom, which is also an important thingy from my childhood because of the Arthur Waley translations of Chinese poetry and because of the fruiting hedge thing my great aunt planted along her drive (one of those long gravel country driveways that goes to a horseshoe or a turnaround in front or back -- in her case, a turnaround in back, under an immense native sycamore)
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Currently, I have nine different visions in my crystal egg, most being earthly or Martian landscapes, and now this plum blossom, which is also an important thingy from my childhood because of the Arthur Waley translations of Chinese poetry and because of the fruiting hedge thing my great aunt planted along her drive (one of those long gravel country driveways that goes to a horseshoe or a turnaround in front or back -- in her case, a turnaround in back, under an immense native sycamore)