Three

Yesterday’s snails were right: it’s been raining all day, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Big winds, bending palm trees at forty-five degree angles. We ventured out on the wharf, and I was stunned when I got out of the car: “It ain't a fit night out for man or beast.”  It was like being in a cartoon, with my legs spinning and my body unable to move forward against the wind. I hung on to my hat and my phone, got a couple shots and abandoned the outdoor adventure for the promise of a cozy fire.

The main highway into town is still closed because of a breached levee on the Pajaro River.   

I fully intended to celebrate Pi(e) Day, but that will have to wait til some good fruit’s in season.