We're home from the lake and it's still beastly hot. The cat was asleep for a day and a half in the culvert under the woodshed. We discovered a burr oak leaf skeletonized by unknowns, insects, we suspect. I have a brand new library card because I found a book I wanted to read for the title alone, What There Is to Say We Have Said, letters of Eudora Welty and her editor, William Maxwell. The librarian issued me my new plastic card, that can be punched and added to my key ring, saying, with a radiant smile, Welcome Back! as if a lamb had returned to the fold. Eudora Welty, love, always.
Spoons for sale in the store, purchased from a little old lady (as she calls herself) who carves them in Ely, MN. Lilac, Maple, Lilac.
