All Day, Now Night
It has been raining. Gusts up to 45 mph, or is it 65?
At one point the rain turned to slush, frozen snow-like crystals, and a brief white drift formed to disappear.
All day I have been working on the new novel, and all day yesterday.
In truth, today I stopped a few times to correct papers and read A Room Lit By Roses for tomorrow’s class.
What will they think of this fierce brave writer, Carole,who is so open with her emotions in a way that is no way sentimental?
The screens are shaking like kodo drums. Will the calm actually arrive tomorrow?
I gathered my rosebuds, literally this morning, to see if I can see them bloom, and picked a surprise delphinium, which has been steadfast all summer long.
Chocolate cosmos are still blooming so I brought them in, too.