Georges Seurat, “The river Seine at La Grande-Jatte” Chirps of birds have turned from plaintive to excited. Worms dance and new insects emerge. The bird bath splashes with roof runoff. Dust and pollen are dashed into mud.

Georges Seurat, “Courbevoie, Landscape with Turret” I take my daily stroll around the yard; raindrops gift me their coolness. I survey the tomatoes vibrating with light. Long-planted seeds are sprouting. Color is returning after the drought.

Georges Seurat, Alfalfa, St. Denis It hasn’t rained in over six weeks. Everything’s still green, but you can see the grass is fading; some blades are tan. Should I mow the grass? It’s tall. Do I keep neighbors happy and grassocide? Or say feck it and explain later?

This morning’s house opening whooshed my skin with cooling, fresh air. I can’t help but think of animals being burned alive in Canada’s wildfires. A difference in breeze temperatures can mean the difference between mummies and charcoal. artwork by Georges Seurat, “The Seine at Courbevoie“

Oldest son is on vacation this week Day one takes care of pesky car maintenance I follow him there and then we go for lunch Afterwards we take a drive to the country market. Days like this are blessings. He wants to buy a bike. artwork by Georges Seurat, “Study for a Sunday on La…

I enrolled in a peak power hours avoidance program to gain energy credits. No air, clothes washing, etc. from 2p-6p It feels like being a drunk going to church without a flask, nervous and deprived. artwork by Georges Seurat,  “Port-en-Bessin, the Semaphore and the Cliffs“

I took a picture of the full moon and shared it on my blog. A blogmate said it resembled a honey marble stuck in tar. They say it’s the wildfires in Canada. artwork by Georges Seurat, “The Channel at Gravelines, Evening“