It has started to rain hard again, so the flowers will be gone for the day now, but I wish you could see how beautiful the portulaca are this year. Blossoms in unbelievably bright, fluorescent shades of yellow and hot pink and orange spill from the long, narrow planters on the front deck railing. They look like exploding fireworks against the plants' green, fleshy leaves. I am inordinately proud of them. I picked out the plants myself, planted them, and fed and watered them to this perfect state of summer glory. I feel like the little red hen who baked the bread all by herself, every step of the way. Unlike the little red hen, however, I am happy to share the beauty of my flowers with you.
And although I'm not really into the whole brevity thing, that's all I have to say.
(Don't miss the post below, which I also wrote today. Some days are just like that.)