It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Almost July. A fallen cherry clings to the burning hood of my car, its skin dark as a plum's, vein-purple, its oozing flesh blood-red, and the stone showing bone-pale in the compound fracture of its heart.