Tomorrow we leave...

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,

barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window

in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.

She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,

offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.

William Collins


Yard work yesterday, now we can barely move to do the house tidy up. Lucky are the cats who know not the plans for tomorrow.


Exhausted and hot




For the Record,
This day came in sunny, breezy and warm with dropping humidity, a full tide,, now ebbing on the river.