Un macello

A massacre, the guy at the agri store said, referring to the weather. Those 32 tomatoes I planted out yesterday were subject to a downpour of drops that crashed on the greenhouse roof like rifle fire, water puddling up in my footprints like tragedy on a caravan site.

And then driving back with new bamboo and something to kill the caterpillars on the old box trees and this poor snake dead in road.

An extra of s flower and the cloudburst passing.