A full day of welcoming friends to see our work, followed by a lingering dinner on the porch with a long discussion of how we see colors, especially the qualities of June sun shafts of blues and greens. The memory of moons in my pots dance with the fireflies as the vast softness of the evening settles.

After Many Springs

Now,
In June,
When the night is a vast softness
Filled with blue stars,
And broken shafts of moon-glimmer
Fall upon the earth,
Am I too old to see the fairies dance?
I cannot find them any more.

—Langston Hughes, from The Weary Blues, 1926