From last year. Several amaryllis bulbs are out on the potting table awaiting some attention - any attention, so they might have a chance to bloom again.

Falling into a work-induced torpor, this calls for livelier sounds. Switching to Sasha & Digweed’s For What We Dream of, Tina Turner’s Simply the Best, Eric Clapton and Tina Turner’s Tearing Us Apart, Ingrid’s You Promised Me, Alisha’s Attic’s Pretender Got My Heart, Santana’s Smooth, and Tom Jones’ What’s New Pussycat.

Her work has been showing at the Hang Gallery in San Francisco.

Since we can expect rain through next Monday, here’s a thought. In a few months, there will be peaches like this at the local farmers markets. Definitely warm and fuzzy.

These appear in the narrow flowerbed by the front door, pushing up through the leggy impatiens. I took this last year. Surely, nothing this fragile can survive the constant, drenching rains we’re having this week.