Dew clings to every part of a stalk of grass. There is something about water droplets that linger on leaves and flowers after a summer rain. On the humid morning-after, perfect little orbs line up along leaf veins, dangle gem-like from petals, bejewel every living thing. Non-living objects have their decorations, too: slick wet surfaces gleam on pavement, decks, garden benches. The dog’s fur absorbs water as she charges through wet grass. The whole world seems to have lingere
On Sunday evening, we visited some elderly friends, Bill and Leola. Bill is a retired scientist and will turn 94 this summer. Leola is Bill’s broadly-educated partner who, in her late eighties, still gardens, reads, stays current on politics and world events. We talked about many things during our visit and Leola insisted on taking me out to their substantial garden for a bouquet of peonies and iris.