These beautiful (dry, windy, hot) summer days are going by so quickly. I eat warm yellow peaches every day, two-handed, leaning over the sink, like a greedy child. I shred, chop, or slice zucchini into everything I eat, and still more arrive on my doorstep--zucchini is so hard to love, but it is here in abundance, and I am doing my best. If I shred it into a green salad, I don't even notice it's there, which apart from the garbage is my favorite way to dispose of a zucchini.
I ironed it to set the color, and then hung it in the window, where it fluttered very satisfyingly, in a very summer-cottage kind of way, and where it looked properly dingy and not white at all. I can't quite believe it worked--I have painted a lace curtain, and lo, it is good. All of a sudden, anything can be any color I want. Holy cow, nothing is safe.
Off now to eat another peach.