A hard rain brought down all the blossoms from the white dogwood tree just outside my studio door. But the picture does have its charms.
Other bits and pieces came down, too. A red camellia. A yellow leaf. These on the bench just outside my door. The saturated colors on these cloudy days are a gift.
Inside the studio the threading continued, slowly.
Listening to Public Radio while I was threading, I heard this interesting quotation, attributed to Alexander Borodin: Respectable people do not write music or make love as a career.