Under the morning

Under the morning’s overcast sky, brilliant scraps, wind-blown, caught against the branches, against the wet green leaves, bits of yellow, orange, fluttering, quietly, open, folded, open again, wings, feathers, petals.

Just for today

30-28

Chauffeur, wardrobe consultant, photographer, personal assistant, designer, mother, gardener, dishwasher, editor, maid, trip advisor, musician, message runner, dog walker, coach, wine steward, dreamer, programmer, cheerleader, cook, lover, wife, writer, magician.

The daily mail

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I found a helpful note in my inbox today:

HIGH QLTAUIY RECPILA WHEACTS

- The Higseht Qialtuy Pssbiloe!
- ICAIDTNEL To The Ginenue Barnd!
- Spiphing To Any Contruy Wroddlwie!

Svae The Most!

Bloomin' springtime

At last!

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

— William Shakespeare