nightgown Q Ran across reference to a nightgown earlier tonight. It surprised me. It reminded me I've not seen a nightgown in a long time. 020327 ... misstree frills enough to feel feminine, loose enough to dream, lily white and flowing over twilight's grave to sleep 030703 ... belly fire black and frilly 030703 ... ovenbird What my grandmother wore on the longest nights, yards of cotton falling to her feet, printed with flowers, a lacy frill at the chest and, perhaps, the tiniest satin bow. Clothes to cover an aging body, with no elastics or clasps to grasp or pinch, a dress made for sleeping and capturing air, a garment for dancing in dreams and flying to Neverland. The one I wear now, white and fleecy, with dozens of bright red cardinals hidden amongst sprigs of rowan berry. My hidden body might be hers. I can almost hear her telling me the day is done, and it’s time to go to sleep. 260317 what's it to you? who go blather from