Monday, June 30, 2025
Keith reached out to cut a tag off a new shirt before we left for brass band rehearsal. I jumped and shivered. He asked what was happening. I said, “Anticipatory tickles”. He doesn’t experience them. I do.
The POTD is a pot of calla lilies that live in the furnace room for the winter, then come out and delight me in the summer. They started yellow and add more and more orange every day, until they end up being a dark burgundy. What fabulous flowers.