1. When Baby wants to sit in my lap, he just kind of backs up towards me with his butt sticking out.
2. Hillary Clinton, doin' it right.
Some springs, apples bloom too soon.
The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick
to trust that the frost has finished. Some springs,
pink petals turn black. Those summers, the orchards are empty
and quiet. No reason for the bees to come.
Other summers, red apples beat hearty in the trees, golden apples
glow in sheer skin. Their weight breaks branches,
the ground rolls with apples, and you fall in fruit.
You could say, I have been foolish. You could say, I have been fooled.
You could say, Some years, there are apples.
- Rose McLarney
4. Okay, apparently this video is a riddle. I don't care to solve it, and the video on its own is beyond my comprehension, BUT this has been one of the theme songs of my summer and I thought you should hear it.