Photo by W. Carter
…has been sun, rain, sun, rain, sun, hail, sun, more rain. And did I mention wind? La Nina takes her revenge? Brooding clouds drifting over the roof of our new house, passing, passing, and then a downpour that shakes the leaves of the purple blooming azalea, that make even greener the foliage of the hydrangea not yet in bud. I can hear the rain on the roof now, downpour, after a day of living, simply being. Everything from the dentist before breakfast to sorting through old photographs while vegetable soup simmers on the stove. A blue lupine sits in a pot in the garden, waiting to find its final resting place while four vivid orange and yellow tulips are in a clay pot by the front, hobbit door.
There are raindrops on the window, blown through the screen where I sit watching my reflection, watching the blue-white of this half-day, half-night sky. It does feel like a cold, wet Hawaiian island. Even the sounds out there right now are the wild windward shore winds and downpour on the fronds of a palm.
The Feast of Love, based on Charles Baxter’s wonderful novel, and set in Portland, not far from our house is now on the DVD. Great way to spend a rainy evening…
Interests: Reading, writing, not arithmetic. The art and craft of poetry. Photography. Vegetable and flower gardening especially heirloom bulbs and dahlias. Movies in real theatres. Theatre on real stages. Art in real galleries. Crossword puzzles and, of course, Wordle. Singer-songwriters like Aimee Mann and Patti Griffin. All kinds of music especially 1930s jazz. Venice, Italy! The Dude abides.
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