I am a chair in the corner by the window kind of person. The inside looks better as I look out the window and I see so much--neighbors and cars, the mail person delivering expected seasonal catalogs, the UPS runner delivering the excitedly expected book from a used book store in Colorado. Today as the thunder storms continue to roll across Missouri's belly I see the elegant David Austin roses looking in at me as they grow rounder and fatter during the wet, cool days of May 2013. Each day is a new page from a garden catalog--the roses hang over the pansies in the window box which sits above the deep purple iris next to the neon orange scarves of the poppy heads. Today is a silent inside day and I will continue to write in many colors as the storms pass by and the roses peek in.