Quiet

The lamb's ear is blooming again, its straggly stalks tipped with small magenta flowers that are dull in shade but gleam brightly when hit by direct sunlight. The plant's more formal name, Rose Campion, sounds like a name one would see flashing by in the credits of an old movie: "Choreography, Rose Campion" or perhaps "Hair Styles for Miss Davis by Rose Campion". Its green-gray leaves, shaped like lamb's ears, were once used to make wicks. No mere flame burns as vividly as those sun-touched blossoms do, though.

It has been a cool day, and evening has brought soft breezes to rustle the young oak leaves. The jasmine flowers have opened, but are awaiting warmer nights to release their full fragrance. Tonight smells of grass and pine. The heat will come soon enough. For now I'm content to enjoy the coolness and watch the moon rising. It was full last night, so it won't be clearing the trees for a while yet. I'll go give it a look later. Right now it's time to watch English people murder one another on television.


( Sunday Verse )