Logically I know it's ridiculous to say that the light has been more beautiful this year, but the fact remains: the light has been more beautiful this year. Or maybe it's that by spending more time in one place -- I haven't traveled much -- I'm more inclined to notice or appreciate small changes.
I didn't watch any of the Republican convention, and I won't watch any of the Democratic one, either. It's not that I'm apolitical, but the differences (and more regrettably, the similarities) between the two parties are relatively clear, and I'd rather spend my time thinking about light and shade in the garden. Or watching television. Or reading. Or working. Or eating blueberries, which are now in season. The wisteria vine a few buildings down from us (which I may or may not have planted in the abandoned lot next door) is now six stories tall and still straining for the blue sky.
The light filters down into the garden. Today I want to be a leaf, glowing and translucent.