mardi 6 avril 2010



That's her name.

I looked out the door, leaving my morning inspection of the petit salon and trying to clear my head enough to prepare to go see the guy at the wood shop to talk wood blocking for the wainscoting and built-ins (my husband fears the worst), and I saw this.

The kind of light that makes you want to become part of it.

Yellow, F.M., is the color of spring.

I believe, by the way, that the fish are mating. The very large, very orange one from the original group, and a smaller male, very gold, also from the original group, I believe. The others are probably too young, and those born last year certainly are. I'll be watching for alevins.

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