When I am working the night job, I get two breaks after dark. If it's nice out, I sit outside. Nights like this make it very difficult to come back inside after only fifteen or thirty minutes. The neighbor's magnolias haven't bloomed yet but my gardenia up in the mailbox garden is having an orgy for itself.
The last of the cloth got color yesterday. there may be some overdyeing. won't know for sure until after the wash and dry. This is cloth that I'm keeping for garment or quilt making. Premium muslin and a couple of Brooks Brothers tuxedo shirts.
The two blouses hanging over the chairs were a gift from a friend. Soft cotton lawn and the perfect fit but born in four-inch square plaids of blue and white and orange and white. I settled that. Sweetie approved.
Colin grabs another spectacular sunset from the ramp at LZU.
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no fireflies here...how i WISH
Yes...there have been no fireflies in years here in Maine. I am reminded of seeing them in the first years here- the early 1990's. little dashes of light in the night.
Your posts have been so rich this week.
Dee: You're watching me crack my knuckles and sharpen my quills. It's time to begin writing. Fireflies are messengers. Our loss is that we don't understand the language. Time was, I think we did.
This book made me want to see fireflies for myself, never have! It must really be something!
https://www.amazon.com/Fireflies-Julie-Brinckloe/dp/0689710550
I can't remember anymore ... did my childhood self call them fireflies or lightning bugs ... or both?
Liz, I grew up not far from you and we called them both, too, and can't remember what the distinction was. I also can't remember which set of elders held sway on the matter.
YES...Lightening Bugs!!!!!! In Cleveland, Ohio we called them that.
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