Clicked the leaves of my fave coral bells right after the rain shower.
It doesn’t get better than that.
Dog days of summer. That’s what today feels like.
We’re all in a lazy, hazy stupor. A languorous stupor, but a stupor nonetheless. The squirrels can’t raise their heads to disagree. The neighborhood cats won’t slit an eye. If I had a paper fan, I wouldn’t be able to flick my wrist.
Here be Friday.
The beginning of a long weekend for Ontarians.
Get your Friday freak on.
You know what to do.
Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1… Find a hammock and settle into a state of utter insensibility.