Gladiolas

I bought some. A huge bunch I could barely carry home but they are purple and irresistible. They remind me of home. Of my mother and summer in Phoenix Mills. That the kind of detail that would look well in author bio.

Last night Honey went back to camp and promptly broke her glasses. I mailed her old ones out this AM. It's a good reminder that when I travel, I should bring my old glasses. I could really get stuck though I still have my near sight. I can read, eat and see any approaching predators but not drive.

Violet and I went to see Roman Holiday which was lovely, despite the unmasked faces around us. Fingers crossed for good ventilation and our masks. Another week of wondering if we were exposed, waiting for the virus to grab us. Like Jean Jacket. The summer races by, but we are making good use of it.