Those are raindrops on the bush outside my living room window. They've come and gone but mostly come for three weeks now. More are falling even as I sit here and type. This is, so far, the summerless summer. Brief hours of sun appear here and there as teasers. The temperatures hover on either side of the 70 degree mark -- no complaints about that, really. A light jacket against the damp breeze is okay.
A good time to get on with quilting projects. I finished quilting the batik quilt but can't post a picture because I'm waiting for some sunlight to take a picture that approaches the true colors -- which are deep and wonderful. End of today's complaint.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!