THE YARD MAN, (my chauffeur, and the mail carrier,* as well as the guy who can sometimes be coerced into assisting me with window washing) has gone out of town for the day, and I'm feeling quite independent. In honor of this red-white-and-blue holiday, I decided my breakfast would be oatmeal cooked with blueberries, eaten from a red bowl. As nature (chemistry?) would have it, the oatmeal turned a lovely shade of purple.
And then, the more I pondered it, the more I yearned for this country of mine to think purple!
*He only aids the USPS by carrying from the box
to the house. All mailmen have off today, of course.