It is grey here. We call it June gloom. The mornings begin softly and under cover. Those who come to vacation find it perhaps disappointing, making their beach day somewhat foreshortened, but I love these mornings that withdraw the obligation of a bold sun. My patio is a gentle place for me to write this morning. The air is cool and against a grey backdrop all the flowers of this bit of nature I behold, take this protected moment to call out with all the strength of their color.