Here I am in the middle of the summer with a wicked case of bronchitis... this will make the fourth time since October '08. It's just not cool. After spending a fitful night sleeping, I woke up, made some coffee, and smiled. How can you not?
My grandmother sent me back to the city Sunday night with a bouquet of gladiolas from her garden. They're in my favourite buttery yellow colour. Their petals look like silk handkerchiefs all gathered together at the centre.