Black bees on the clover-heads drowsily clinging,
Where tall, feathered grasses and buttercups sway,
And all through the fields a white sprinkle of daisies,
Open-eyed at the setting of day.
–Abba Gould Woolson (1838–1921)
It isn’t raining so I should mow the lawn, but I really don’t feel like it. I think that I will be lazy today. Maybe a freezer pizza for lunch.