Saturday, May 26, 2007


Truly no horizon line today. Distant boats and low-flying planes are indistinguishable. Blessed rain. Mist.

New garden coming slowly, with surprises. At what point does the leaf become more important than the flower?

Drawn to these colors: greens, whites, and creams with a little purple, blue, yellow. The sky at sunset is florid enough.

No evidence of Great Lakes fish kill here, but clusters of boats day and night circling a single spot just offshore. Must be on one of those secret fishing maps.


Maureen McHugh said...

How are the tomato plants?

Amy said...

One is quite happy, the other is fatigued and has morphing anxiety. I hope to replace one of the three cameras stolen from my old house, and actually post pictures on my blog...

what a concept!

Maureen McHugh said...

My plants are growing strong and mighty, but it's been raining a lot and so far they're just ornamental. No blossoms, much less baby tomatoes.

Mine looked fatigued and I miracle gro'd it and it came back.