Sunday Morning, June 3

1) My last full day off before the rush and excitement of Reunions. Back porch coffee, deeply, quietly happy about this sunny, cool day to be at home and in my garden. I am surprisingly calm compared to this day in previous years.

2) This house looks like a laundry truck exploded inside a library.

3) Daddy wrote me once, long ago, "We must concentrate on lovely, pure, and virtuous things." I kept coming back to that this week with the latest national dialogue about language, prompted first by Roseanne Barr and then by Samantha Bee.