Today, for the first time this year, I parked facing the west because of the brightness of the sun.  And, from time to time, the glare on the big flat windows of  noseless school buses  travelling east on the highway to the north would cause me to blink and avert my eyes.  The air outside was soft and with the sun behind me, the colors of spring were brighter. Sydney and I stayed a long time. Soon enough, we will be seeking shady spots, ones on rises so we can catch the breeze of morning. Soon enough we will have to share our fairgrounds with Bluegrass festivals, and 4-H and little leaguers and the fair and people out for a stroll. We will compensate by going earlier and earlier. Fortunately, I like the early dawns with the day lying fresh before you – not in the way gung-ho, productive people do – more in the personal quirk sort of way.

Now, I am going to look up some rules of punctuation, not because I intend to heed them, but I am curious about the technicalities regarding the inside/outside of quotation marks. Sometimes what is right looks so wrong and  you just have to bite the bullet and do it, even though you know some folks are thinking, “Poor dear, she doesn’t understand that point . . . “