Yesterday

The sun rose, only to slide at once under heavy clouds... 

And the morning was full of thick fog that was at first a mist and then by mid-day became a mizzling rain.

 

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.