Conversation in the Grove where it is always afternoon. "Summer afternoon ... summer afternoon," wrote Henry James, "the two most beautiful words in the English language
Cards arranged upright on a table facing inwards, glimpsed through a window, betoken a birthday. I don't know who lives there, but many happy returns all the same.
As I make my through the Farmers Market, a bag containing a dahlia with dark purple leaves and a salvia with bright red flowers in either hand, a woman says to me " you're going to be a busy bee". I think to myself that if I were indeed a bee, her remark would be as true and even more appropriate.