Forsythia explodes, yellow on blue. The red-winged blackbird's constant call. Too much brightness for one frame. Tulips round and open. Burning papers. Lemon delights* spread the lawn. A petal's clean lines. Pip hangs the clothes.
I likka yoo juz the way ya be, dimbulber. Fergit Sythia.
Heidi, Because we HATE BOOKS! Actually, they're old rototiller advertising leaflets from the back of the coop. I spent a day cleaning half of it out and burned some of the weird paper stuff that's collected there over many decades. (I also filled over a dozen garbage bags of trash and half a dozen of scrap metal and consolidated buckets and buckets of old oil sludge...but I didn't burn any of that.)
Poor Sythia 'sploding. I tol' her not ta. Muz betta iz be a dimbulb likka me.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure there's a good reason, so read no judgement here - but why, pray tell, are you burning those books?
ReplyDeleteThe clothesline shot is exquisite.
I likka yoo juz the way ya be, dimbulber. Fergit Sythia.
ReplyDeleteHeidi,
Because we HATE BOOKS! Actually, they're old rototiller advertising leaflets from the back of the coop. I spent a day cleaning half of it out and burned some of the weird paper stuff that's collected there over many decades. (I also filled over a dozen garbage bags of trash and half a dozen of scrap metal and consolidated buckets and buckets of old oil sludge...but I didn't burn any of that.)
p.s. When I posted it, I thought it looked suspiciously like Fahrenheit 451.
ReplyDeletep.p.s. And I burned instead of recycling them because we had marshmallows to roast.
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