indoor outdoor

about the time that the hosta begin unwinding their spiral shoots is about the time that our house becomes less a solid thing with walls that mark inside and outside, than a sort of gazebo where air and wind and leaves and pollen and animals (including human animals) mingle and pass from (sort of) indoors to (sort of) outdoors and back again. as much as i love summer generally, i might love it most specifically for the way our dog moves from his front stoop blanket to his rear deck sheepskin, all day long, feeling privileged and secure and never feeling the urge to run away.

hosta