Together we laughed ridonkulously.
Oh, lighten up, I said.
They're just a bunch of letters thrown together.
Oh lighten up! he replied.
Have you taken a good look at me?
Beautifully brutal Florida summers. My garden knows it. I know it. And the sun just laughs. Already counting days to autumn. Always counting days to autumn.
Autumn, fallen grace-filled autumn, so willing to die to make way for spring's glory and summer's pomp. How they taunt you.
I must draw all the nearer to the fallen ...to autumn. To do so is to press my ear against Love's heart.
What are you up to today, over the picket fence neighbor? Is it a scorcher in your garden too?
I'll be away next week, off to an island adventure, but I'll find a garden there. Promise to share. It'll have to be a pretty spectacular one to drag me away from the sea, but even the sea has its gardens.
Let's see. Let's see what we see by the sea.
Just try not to stare at that sun for too long. Might have you uttering words like ridonkulous.
PS Thank you to all of you who stopped by with such lovely welcoming comments on my previous post. xo