IT’S SO BRIGHT OUT TODAY. It’s almost too bright to look at the yellow flowers of the squash plant or the new green of the climbing beans. The rows of muted verdigris cabbages and the grimy-green water in the old bathtub are easier on the eyes.
I don’t really notice the noise of the CD which I should be paying attention to (I know in a couple of minutes I’ll have to check my student’s answers to the listening exercise). Instead I’m watching an old woman working on a small area of scrub land across the road.