Sometimes a leaf turns into a roof.

And pajamas become windows.

And blanket stitches form wonky shutters.

That gauze has become a moon.

And the squiggly, indigo-dipped print on the bottom echoes the paths stitched on the ‘Red Sky Houses’ quilt.

Overheard on TV this morning: “The big boomers of last night have headed out to sea.”

It is supposed to be in the nineties today and though a 17-pound weight loss for the year (like how I slipped that in?!!) makes the prospect of wearing shorts a little more appealing than it might otherwise be, I’m bracing myself.