Just as I was getting home yesterday we had one
of those gullywashers of a rainstorm. I noticed that the parking lot of my
cluster doesn’t seem to have gutters or storm drains, which means that the
parking lot could have floated the Forrestal’s
battle group.
But it abated after a while and I was able to return
to watching the birds at the feeders while my socks dried on my feet.
The rain broke some of the heat, which was
nice. (Summer storms don’t always do that around here.) But it also left
diamonds on my giant hosta leaves, which I love.
I’m a little leery of those hostas, which are
right outside my front door. Last year I found a letter carrier standing on the
sidewalk side of the plants; he told me he’d seen a snake slithering under the
leaves. And there have been copperhead sightings around the People’s Republic—reptile
as well as human—so I’m thinking I might want to trim the big leaves back so
the snakes can’t hide.
I’m all for sharing the environment with others
of God’s creatures. But really—it’s a big world; they don’t have to be that
close to me.
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