mercredi 2 juillet 2008

Then again

Maybe not.

Oh, I don't know. You know what they say, "No pain, no gain."


Rain, finally

It's raining. Forced work stoppage.

Not such a bad thing, maybe. I don't have many more body parts I can sacrifice. You should see my boo-boos. I look like an 8-year-old boy.

A reckless 8-year-old boy.

I watered heavily the past two days because the lawn was parched and turning the colors of the inland California hills, the flowering plants in the urns shriveling and turning the same, the more delicate plants, like the clematis, whimpering. It had been some time since we had had rain. Three weeks, perhaps, with temperatures fairly high.

Yesterday the breeze stiffened. Audouin had told me, coming home from the hospital, and seeing that I still had the benches from the Voyager down by the motorcycles for my dump runs with Sam to dispose of all the branches and trunks from the conifers, and other mystery trees, I was taking down, that rain was expected. It came this morning, and it is raining steadily.

Oh. I just thought of something. Are these the rains of July settling in above us?

Please, no. Not this year. Please.

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