Okra Blossom

I stepped outside early this morning after I put on the coffee to brew. As the coffeemaker rattled, and complained, I walked barefoot down to the garden.
The dew was so thick, it looked like there'd been an early morning rain. Just feeling the dew on my feet made me think of the Peter, Paul, and Mary version of the Gordon Lightfoot song, Early Morning Rain and I smiled at the thought.
But when I got to the garden, I frowned as I looked down the rows. The only thing that loves hot sun and rain more than the garden, is the weeds. It reminded me that I need to carve out some time for tilling.
When I stepped down to the okra, I snapped this photo. I've been in a arty mood lately so tonight I ran the photo through some photo filters on my phone. I should probably leave well enough alone, but then what would I write about? But I digress.
After my morning stroll, I headed back inside and rousted Jilda from a sound sleep. She stumbled into the living room and moaned --- C O F F EEEEEE. I hustled in the kitchen and fetched us a cup.
She was a little under the weather today so we laid low most of the day. I did run out to see my mom in the nursing home, but afterwards I came home and decided on 46 columns that will comprise my next book.
I'm shooting for a late autumn release. We haven't decided on a title, but Jilda is a whiz at this stuff so we'll decided on that in due time.
After the book is released, I plan to start focusing on world peace and true happiness.
I hope you all have a great Friday, and a remarkable weekend.