Time To Water
So, So, Pax and I decide to sit out back, on the patio, after naps and before dinner preparation. Things are quiet. Not much is going on. It’s hot, but we are in the shade and wind swirls around us. Sometimes blasts of hot wind come over the house and drive into the oak trees, tossing limbs and ripping off a leaf now and then.
We are reading. I’m reading a book and Pax is reading the neighborhood. We both seem to be processing a lot of information.
When I look up from the book and look around the yard I get a feeling of dryness. Not really much rain since the beginning of the month. After supper, when the sun is low, I will water the beets and squash, the rosemary, and the blueberry bushes.
Now time to light the grill.