The sun has risen again, unremarked behind the clouds.  Typical for this country, and as long as it remains dry, fine with me.  Soon I’ll face a plate of pancakes, perhaps rice with two fried eggs and a sausage.

I’ll review what I wrote in the night and decide which heads will roll.  Without a doubt, not mine, although it feels like coconut slush.  There’s something to look forward to, besides food – sleep, and, after that, perhaps a short trip to town.

For now, a photograph of the lavender rhododendron in the backyard.  It’s growing in a corner reached only by the afternoon sun.  There might not be much sun today, but that’s all right.  Afterwards, I’ll eat my rice and eggs and bask in the night’s work.

It feels as though I’ve painted the town in my head a bright red.

 

©  Ella Wagemakers, 09.22 Dutch time (=  3.22 EST in the US)