So.

[lightlyfalling]

I was painting the deck this morning, late. It was sunny, but breezy, and everything was being all perky and summerish. And I was just sitting there, painting away, when I was struck by this incredible urge to pick Queen-Anne's-lace - which hasn't struck me, previous to this morning, since about sixth grade. So, I went and got the scissors, and cut myself a handful of Queen-Anne's-lace from the field below the yard.

It is now sitting in the kitchen, slowly turning blue because I had another urge, and put blue food coloring in the water, just for kicks.

I kind of like summer.