The weeds were growing at the edge of our lawn. Although the definition of a weed is whatever plant you don’t want growing where it’s growing, I didn’t have the heart to yank their bright yellow, delicate bloomin’ heads from the ground. I marveled as they glimmered in the sun against the backdrop of the lush green grass.
In the kitchen Sunday, the leggy weeds with the bright yellow blooms caught my eye; glimmering in the sun streaking through our bay window. The Skimmer had put them in a vase.
And I marveled at the thought of him doing that.
And I marveled at the thought of The Skimmer doing that.
Streaking through your bay window?
Posted by: fish | July 07, 2009 at 06:32 PM
Shoot! LOL! You're right. I'm gonna have to re-work that. lol
Although I *would* marvel at *that!*
Posted by: blue girl | July 07, 2009 at 07:23 PM
Ok. Fixed. Better? lol Boy, I'm rusty.
Posted by: blue girl | July 07, 2009 at 07:38 PM
Hi, Rusty!!
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | July 07, 2009 at 08:34 PM
Weed heard that joke before, ZRM.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | July 08, 2009 at 09:22 AM
I am a marvel. Streaking or otherwise.
Posted by: Skimmer | July 08, 2009 at 11:02 AM
I hear HBO has a new show based on your life.
Posted by: fish | July 08, 2009 at 01:54 PM
With so many infinitely malleable, extendable, glittering, illuminating adjectives in there, I myself would have thought that you have cheapened the allure and, indeed, the satisfaction that sometimes accompanies the sensation of having completed a task that, while not too difficult, is not too easy either, and have thereby robbed yourself of some small amount of pleasure that you might have gained from once again taking up the challenge of a self-imposed external limit, or boundary, to circumscribe the free-flowing stream that meanders to depict the Blue Girl that we know and love. But what do I know?
Posted by: Jeremy | July 10, 2009 at 04:45 AM