The same morning glories that were deep purple on Friday were paler and either closed early or never opened at all. Their tight-spiraled buds mde me think of unicorn horns.
On this gray day, the angel wing begonias shone out 'like a good deed in a naughty world.'
And it was cooler! A perfect day to deal with the morning's harvest of many-colored tomatoes. . .
As well as okra, eggplant, beans, and basil. A perfect day for smelling summer's bounty as it simmered on the stove while the gentle rain pattered softly on the roof.