Wednesday, August 03, 2022

More like the tipping of an object toward the light

Wednesday is my Busy Day™ so here I am looking out the window and thinking about how much I love a certain shade of yellow these days. I can see black-eyed Susans on one side, deep red lilies beside them, purple hosta spikes. And on the other, the potential of yellow in the massive field of goldenrod I somehow conjured in the front yard. Still to bloom! More summer to come! And the windows are open, and I have coffee, and a fan, and a yellow shirt my favorite person bought for me.

Hello, it's me. I've thought about yellow clothing for a long, long time.

In other news:

Sunblock In My Eye: the Liz Woodbury Story

(Again the mail carrier comes sidling between the hydrangea and the crazy native garden to deliver the mail, circling back to the sidewalk to make his exit. Does he notice all the monarchs dancing around the milkweed?)

THIS is how you write a headline, NYT.


It's hard out there for a 60-pound fighting fish.

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