Eight Lovely Things
Bad week, everybody? There, there. Here is your favorite blanket, and while the tea water is heating up, here are eight lovely things:
A lovely hummingbird, fast asleep in a pot:
A lovely murmuration of starlings:
A lovely man playing a homemade cucumber trumpet:
A lovely way to waste time (via Thomas McDonald, who I'm pretty sure stole it from me in some way)
A lovely setting, sung by lovely Russians, of "By the Waters of Babylon" via Elizabeth Scalia:
A lovely compensation for the dying of the summer: pomegranates are almost in season! I may not even buy any this year -- I just enjoy knowing that, all over the place, there are edible jewels growing on trees.
Oh, lovely pomegranates!
The lovely Ella Fitzgerald:
And a lovely bit of background to this post: my baby has a fever, so I gave her some ibuprofen. I held her as I typed, and she nursed herself to sleep . . . and then nursed herself back awake again. And now she is cool and happy. Oh, lovely nursing! Oh, lovely modern medicine! Oh, lovely baby.