This weather used to be in Asia, and in the olden days, I would have gotten a scapula from the butcher and left it in the sun — that was the family’s button supply. As with lice and measles, everything comes from someplace else. Take these birds dotting the branches of this otherwise empty tree. They look like inverted pears. But they all started out as eggs, and no one will check for their unraveling nests in the bushes that divide our yards. I bet that cloud in the shape of a dead peasant is on its way to Europe.
Photo by Pablo de Arriba
Mason Street 