Let's let the rain settle in

 before we decide on where to walk.  Seems the landscape is a bit jagged and off-color this afternoon.  

Earlier and briefer

than the last several years.  The hills turning brown by the minute.  I wonder what today's rain might reverse?  

After one good rain

the mushroom season begins.  Color and fractal magic.  For the eyes; not the mouth.  

 

Aftermath of rain

Lingers drop by drop.  Perhaps, like memory?

 

Have you ever considered

how a room sees roses?  Well, it's raining; rain is an excellent incentive to ponder such questions. 

 

Fall can be blurry

 with the onset of rain and wind.  Neither a negative.  Just facts of time.  

Rain & mulch beget

fungi.  Fun & fungi time.  Isn't fungi a great sounding word?  

 

Rain and evening cooperate

 making seamless the outside and the inside. Smack-dab in the middle of life, where are you? 

i know intuitively

rocks love to be accompanied by a cello.  Listen, bow across strings;  time is ticking toward 2023. Delicious rain anoints every stone and transforms hills verdant.  Late morning glistens; the 2 cats sleeping.  Soup for lunch and the luxury of remembering an expanding circle of friends.

Spring is finally here

 we wait for rain.  What are you waiting for?  And why?

You know so much already

Rain will begin in 15 minutes.  It's sound, a lullaby.

It's difficult to put down such a good story even though it's a cookbook. 

It's been a fragmented day full of shadow and reflection.  

This feeling might go on for some time.   

What is the correspondence between blogging and this much rain?

Water-saturated San Francisco is visibly greening. Slant of rain on window -- eyebrows, diacritical marks. Each room feels like a library. A consequence of rain is fragrance.


Make soup, of course. Rough-cut vegetables. Plenty of garlic. Fistfuls of spinach added just before serving. Bowlfuls. Crusty bread. Company. Conversation not about weather. Perhaps, poetry. Yes, poetry.