Delphinium

 

April 15, 2024

Tried to mail a book to SA, but the Post Office overflowed. Couldn’t figure out why until the woman in front of me observed that it’s tax day.

A steel-colored skink at least a foot long crosses the porch in front of me.

Planted seeds from a packet that said, in handwriting, “Aunt Muriel's blue delphinium.” I couldn’t remember whose Aunt Muriel.

Windows open at night for the first time.

Production in such upheaval I won’t even look at mail or messages until tomorrow. One more calm night.