wear all black and close my eyes and its summer

bought three hyacincth flowers this morning. i saw a purple one bloomed on the corner of my street and thought immediately of my mother. most flowers remind of her. a crocus doesn't look right without a bumble bee in it, and black eyed susans remind of bike rides on pictou island. flowers on pictou island never seem to exist anywhere else, like cat tails. i was blissful lay outside in the sun for three hours this afternoon drinking beer, watching him work on the van, and listening to the red-alert birds chirpideeing over my cat who makes primal "ca-ac-ca-ak" noises when she sees one. Sun is heading into the haze and i'm going to make spanikopita, humms "bummus," and greek salad to accompany scrabble and a lot of spicy ceasars tonight.