All right. Today was the kind of day that smelled like barley soup and wet wildflowers. Could it get any better?
A poem? By one of the loveliest poets of the last century, Elizabeth Bishop? Why I do believe that this day just improved!
Hidden, oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
rain-, rainbow-ridden,
where blood-black
bromelias, lichens,
owls, and the lint
of the waterfalls cling,
familiar, unbidden.
We have rain, rainbows and OWLS-universal symbol of all things fall and back-to-schoolish.
So...about the rain. I had an impressive list from my brilliant lovely sister-in-law musical type, and one of them was this:
Sheer loveliness. Time to go for a bike ride! Man! I'm also reminded of all the seventies fashion that's going on right now. What do you think about it? There's a sweetheart neckline prairie dress that I'm thinking about creating.
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