This time of year, entering the back yard from the patio means brushing past these wildly fragrant peonies.
These are for my office...or maybe the kitchen table.
Apropos of nothing, the new Counting Crows CD contains some very nice surprises. (They've moved away from the pop tunes of Hard Candy and back to the edgier sounds of Recovering the Satellites.) I just gave it a preliminary listen on my iPod as I watered and deadheaded flowers. The first three songs were so good I hit Replay when each was over. The lyrics are full of pathos, but hey, that's Adam Duritz. The guy's a mess. Besides, I find listening to that kind of stuff very helpful when I'm writing a story about a tortured hero.
Everyone have a great weekend. And wear your bike helmets, okay?