“Was that voice ourselves? Scraps, orts and fragments, are we, also, that?” Virginia Woolf
Thursday, May 10, 2012
After the Rain
The rain stopped today. I took advantage of a relatively sunny moment and went out to check on the garden. Everything was freshly washed and reaching for the sun. The leaves were heavy with rain, but the flowers were undaunted:
The fish and "fowl" were out, and the frog was playing hide and seek in the foliage:
The semester is finally coming to an end -- soon I will again have time for playing with glass!!