Doing What I Can

On the porch! Soft, wet and foggy morning, bit of breeze from the north east, which doesn’t touch me here. Perfectly comfortable in my robe and feet snuggled in a throw, tea at hand. The potted begonias still have color, and so does my bottle tree against the green azaleas. The purple-leaved lorapetalums are decorated with diamond raindrops.

Well. That’s such a settling word. I am calmer this morning about the leaky roof situation this morning, and far, far more informed. (One can learn so ver...