July 29, 2015

I smile when I see the tiny yellow lanterns of the climbing dicentria weaving in among the other flowers. I thought a late freeze killed it, but there it is, humble and secret and lovely. Beside the stump of the great fallen swamp hibiscus a new shoot feathers out. Will it have time to bloom? Perhaps not, but I applaud its pluck. Bought a table for the deck, then went to buy a chair for it at a junk store on Riverside, where I interrupted five women in the midst of bible study.  Wrote well, painted most well, and 1/3 of the day still remains.

Have taken up the Koran again. It is more argumentative than one wishes.