White Way of Delight

Now that lilacs are in bloom

She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

And twists one in her fingers while she talks.

—T.S. Eliot, Portrait of a Lady

The kids and I painted the fence this summer. It was a nice project to do together.

 I've always wanted a long driveway. Not necessarily one that is so steep that certain people named Maggie call it "a cliff" but I guess beggars can't be choosers.