December 17--Camile Pissarro, The Harvest, Pontoise. Years have gone but Lake can still see Lily's small body lying under the pear tree in the orchard. After she found her sister's still form the police came again and again. Scientists came to comb the long grass and scoop up bits of soil looking for evidence of who killed her. Nothing was found. The next year when the grass grew greener where she had died, Lake took the scythe and cut it back every time it grew tall. Finally she sowed the ground with salt which only made something like a photo negative in the space.
That's it for me today. I have to tell you, the grass is still green around here, not brown. Green! I heard the weather guy say that we're supposed to get a blizzard on Thursday so there'll be snow for seeing the botanical garden lights on Friday night with Lala. Yay. Have a good week, I'll talk to you tomorrow even though I'll have to use Durwood's dinosaur of a computer to do it. That's how much I love you.