Another 90° day. A magnetic May day, hard to tear oneself away. Seeking shade, feeling the heat.
Day lilies just stemming up and heading out. How do they do that so quickly, so slyly, unnoticed, seemingly overnight? Since I've been watching them for signs. Hints. And today here they suddenly are. Somehow. Mysterious.
Worked for client in South End, renovating backyard, until I nearly fell over from the heat. Retreated to another job indoors. Visited Kelly. Fred called twice, chasing mulch.
Consulted our astrologer to find possible dates for the annual Red Sox - Full Moon Viewing Party in the garden. Now with a German cookout/picnic - brats, baseball and beer. No conjunctions this year, none close, even subtracting new added constraint - a Sunday date. We just totally lucked out in the first two years. I'll throw it open to suggestions. But of course we need a worthy opponent on the field. The Yankees would be ideal - with an eclipse, meteor shower or some celestial display.
Quote of the Day
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Henry Miller
Image ... Porch Shadows.
love the porch, love the shadows, love the picture.
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