:: Mom’s gardens are bursting into a symphony of color. The vibrant yellow of evening primrose is, obviously, the trumpet line.
:: After a week of very cool weather (during which I was sick and didn’t really care), we’ve managed some absolutely perfect days. Blue blue skies and green green trees. Almost too much color.
:: A few sweaty days of turning sod and weeding has made me feel awfully happy. I just love that stuff.
:: Some things about this crazy family of mine will never change. Other things take me by surprise. Like my dad sitting in the corner at 10:30pm, rolling sticky rice into strips of dried seaweed for an evening snack. Umm, what??