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April Follies

UPDATE: I found I snapped a shot with a hummingbird among the penstemon! Do look.

Lunch after! Damon tries to show Janet how to read the “menu” — which is an app that keys to that little card on the table. Folly! Sheerest folly.
Utter folly: she must keep hovering to sip, she must keep sipping to hover. At day’s end, what has she gained? Only tomorrow; another spring day to waste flitting the flowery fields. Girlfriend should work smarter, not harder. (She won’t, sigh.)
What kind of fool am I? Ito, the flaneur of the motor court.