Not in Bloom
Like maybe a memory of high summer:
No point to this post, really. I was just interested in seeing how responsive blogger might be at 3:00 am.
Very responsive, as it turns out. Yawn. Back to bed.
"Our life is leaves drifting slowly earthward, rain softly falling, children being born and growing up to their own lives, friends conversing before an open fire, good food and good sleep." --Irving Petit, Life on Tiger Mountain