A friend of mine calls this time of year tawdry, because now’s when all the flowers just let loose. There’s green and blooms everywhere, and it’s almost embarrassing, like too much lipstick left on a glass.
How quickly we forget winter, or even spring. Ollie and I walked before seven on Sunday ahead of the hottest day of the year. We encountered exactly three other people, all with dogs, and no cars. And loads of tawdry flowers, showing their stuff to anyone who’d stop by.
We spent the rest of the day hiding behind drawn curtains in the air conditioning, wilting. I wish I had a fainting couch and some kind of frilly thing to wear on it, the back of my hand to my forehead. Going on about how I like the dark and sipping iced tea or maybe bourbon.
But then it thundered in the sunshine and rained in the night, and we’re back in spring and it’s time for work. Summer’s tawdry dreams will need to wait.
Gallery: Sundry Wonders
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