A young goddess examined each and every blossom on the rhododendron, holding each one between her thumb and forefinger for scrutiny. And so it is that each blossom has a thumb print on one petal. The bees use it to find their way in.
I finished a popsicle and was left with the stick. Suddenly I remembered squatting at the edge of the road, rubbing the end of the stick on the asphalt first on one side, then on the other, to sharpen it to a point. I remember feeling the vibration in my hand and...
Published on June 09, 2013 20:42