Okay, they're not lilies, but these whatever-they-are drape the south field in a golden blanket that would make Solomon envious. This view was taken from the road after a quick trip to the grocery store. I needed to get back to watch the festivities at Pimlico. In a way, the Preakness coverage is better than that at the Kentucky Derby. At the Derby, the emphasis is on fashion and interviews with celebrities, with only a couple of preliminary races covered before the big event. Yesterday was all about racing. It was raining in Baltimore just as it had been in Louisville, and the track was just as sloppy. In fact, by the time of the Preakness, thick fog had rolled in and made it difficult for Larry Collmus to call the race. When the triple crown is at stake, it's hard not to root for the winner of the Derby, and Justify did not disappoint. It was a nail-biting neck-and neck finish. It will be a three-week wait for the Belmont.
On my way to the house after shopping, I noticed that the first peony bud had burst into bloom. Peonies are one of the most romantic of flowers, like billowy ball gowns or wedding dresses.
A day at the races is never wasted, even though I did "not toil nor spin."
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