I’ve always liked flags. I got my American flag back when I was still living with my parents. It was a special the newspaper was running one 4th of July. I vaguely remember using it as a decoration briefly in my bedroom, but mostly it has stayed in a drawer, folded in a triangle the way I was taught as a cub scout. Later I went through a period when I liked to burn incense which I happened to keep stored in that same drawer. The essence of patchouli and sandlewood somehow became permanently embedded in the cotton fibers. We don’t have a flag pole but I have it hanging vertically from the eaves of the front porch today.

About this time of the year my garden starts to have lots of the little blue flowers called Commelina, or “widow’s tears”, part of the spiderwort family. They are morning flowers and tend to have a little drop of dew on them, hence the name. They really are a wildflower I think; at least I did not plant them and I don’t know anyone who does.