Saturday, September 13, 2014


A summer card from a Japanese postcrosser. She wrote that it was her favorite flower. There was a neighbor who liked to grow these from seed every year in Japan. The flowers were dark blue and ephemeral. They wilted as soon as the heat of the summer came up with the sun. But then, at dawn, there they were again, wet with dew, with a (false) promise of a cool summer respite.