I didn’t have my camera with me this morning. Imagine then, quarter to eight on a holiday morning, Main street still deserted, the air already 80 degrees, two lawn chairs sitting on the sidewalk on the shady side, waiting for the parade to begin. And you’re sitting, waiting yourself for something else, in a little vacant lot garden full of peonies heavy with blooms that are just today starting to droop, to fail, and you notice the silver threads of last night’s spiders’ work trailing from plant to plant, Miss Haversham style.

And then your day begins, and words start coming and going.

Yesterday in the neighbor’s garden. 1600 ISO, blown details. And another indicator of how odd this summer is; the peonies didn’t bloom until after the rains.