If you, like me, have been waiting for the spam worms to metamorphose before you would or could sit on a blanket in the back yard, quote working unquote but really just watching as the slanting sun rays folded like a fan at the tops of the trees - yes, the change has come; just like at the climax of Lisa Moore's superb novel Alligator, the air is flurry of little white moths.
(Image: Elaine Rich quilt.)
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