...of Evening Primrose in the moonlight.That last post was half-baked.
And gooey in the middle.
This post is raw but with a crunch?
Being in your backyard haven while the entire downtown is exploding in firecrackers,
the deafening house band on Center Street,
the port-a-potties on every street corner,
people setting up blankets and chairs to save their spot for the parade,
and bike riders weaving their way through traffic,
It's quiet and noisy
private and public.
And I wish you were here to witness it.
Maybe you are?
(I seldom know who's in the treehouse.)