Thursday, July 17, 2025, 68.3* 0659
Sky white, tinged with grey. Leaves gather dust. Mariah has not been here for days. A trio in the distance, fog muffles their song, hangs like a sheer curtain around the pond. Visible in certain angles of light, spider string art from fence to beribboned wreath. We meander our fenced-in-patch free of hounding deer flies who visited last night. Through the fence to a place no one can walk, not even deer, a common evening primrose holds out yellow flowers.
To blossom requires more than water.
Art: LJ Austin
