Category Archives: Weather

Mid-Afternoon Lull

I need the sun today or I will drowse all afternoon – some times are like that when you get mature. I’ll lose it if I browse the Internet, or even play ten-ten; if I don’t move around I’ll fall … Continue reading

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Musca Moribunda

The trellis will be sieged in hungry bees in 18 days or so, and by late May I’ll hear the whine mosquitos make, that wheeze of wings that keeps me tense and sleep at bay. Some months ahead come spiders … Continue reading

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Wisteria

It doesn’t seem to matter how much rain we get – the trellis doesn’t bloom till Spring has spent at least a week, till we obtain the light of April, and the laurels ring with birdsong dawn and dusk. We’re … Continue reading

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Pedi

I gave myself a half-assed pedicure, exfoliating while I soaked my feet and thinking my activity as sure a sign of coming spring as noontime heat and evening light. I polished, moisturized, and contemplated budding in the yard while robins … Continue reading

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Reef

As if we didn’t have abundant griefs of late, with drought and flood and ailing trees, we’re decimating all the coral reefs – our monkeyshines resulting in degrees of warmth we never need and can’t dispel – we’re too far … Continue reading

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Oxalisation

My neighborhood’s oxalisated now. The yellow blooms make carpets in the sun. To finger-rake the foliage is how we weed the yard in April, leaving none although the flowers never hurt our eyes, and clover-cool the green is soft as … Continue reading

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Gardens

The exercise was fourteen lines from me today. I sought a topic for my pen, and thought to draw the angry energy my daughter broadcasts often and again. Except as I set out to catch a phrase, my net attention … Continue reading

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On Time

She woke to windy winter storm in spring. She window-watched the weather as she dressed. The sky stopped streaming long enough to bring the dog outside, reluctantly at best. And still the looming clouds held back their freight of cold … Continue reading

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On the Edge of Spring

On February 28th the sky was spanking blue, the streets were wind-swept clean. No matter where I looked it charmed my eye with evidence of budding growth. The scene was absolutely vernal. I declared that spring was here, regardless of … Continue reading

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Attention

I paid attention to the weathermen who said one winter cannot cure the drought. Reiterating over and again, depressing me and stripping me of doubt, they said that we’d need years of average rain to make us goodly wet, and … Continue reading

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