Same old …

… messing with our heads about rain and such.

At 5:30 there was lightning on the other side of the divide and cloud would spill over from the east.

Once there was this little misty twirl.

But the humidity stood up for itself. And the water went off.

Mister Pagnol passed by and said, evil like, he were goin snake huntin. I smiled and kept pulling weeds.

After cleaning out the greenhouse before dark last night there was a big pile of trash.

I’d took it to the big bins early and catched sight of these shoes. Left deliberate as if they’d gotten some use left in em.

It would be a desperate soul who’d wear them to the dance.

Particularly it being such a lonesome spot on this great sprawling world.

Funny they let the shoes go but kept the laces. Liken I’d do to keep ties for tomatoes and cukes and such like.