SUMMARY: February 25 in south San Jose.
The rain is coming.
San Jose waits, the breath of spring from yesterday chased away by looming storm clouds. Spring has burst across the landscape, oblivious to mere human calendars claiming mid-winter, but today the fields of flowers must endure another reminder that it is, no matter how we'd wish it, still merely February.
The rain is coming.
Signs of spring have erupted in every direction. Tika's undercoat hangs off her like a llama's spring molt, and we think we should probably be combing all that out, but who has the time? Instead, we sweep and vacuum over and over and over. I'm sure that saves plenty of time.
The rain--is still coming. And it looks like it's bringing all its relatives, nieghbors, and facebook friends as well.
Last week, Mr. and Mrs. Mourning Dove moved into the pot on the top shelf of the alleged conservatory. I didn't check for Colonel Mustard or the lead pipe. We had none there last year, but the prior two years we hosted litter after litter of birdlets on that very same shelf. Mum watches me with her eternally surprised eye, sitting on a clutch of two eggs, sporting too much eye shadow as is her wont. Now, she huddles beneath the overhang, black eye watching the clouds ride in on the wind.
The heavy rain is coming.
We're sitting on the edge of the storm, patio spattered with drops. I rushed out an hour ago to mow the lawn after its day of drying out. That's the third week already this year it's needed mowing. This is not Minnesota. Didn't have time to trim around the dogwalk, although the dogs don't seem to mind. But the nesting bird does mean that, curses, once again I'm too late to hack away the huge winter overgrowth of the shrubs along the back fence--try it now, and I'm going to disturb someone's nursery for sure. Curses, curses, curses. Ruins the view, makes it harder to trim later.
Luckily, the Merle Girls and I got in a two-and-a-half mile walk with a friend this morning, scurrying before the darkening sky. Luckily, because the rain--the RAIN--is oh, so very here!
Oh my! Hope you survive the rain. We hear stories about mud slides... We got about 4 or 5 inches of new snow today. Sigh. But nothing like the storm on the east coast...and your coast. Midwestern weather is OK by me! :)
ReplyDeleteThis hasn't been particularly bad, after all. An hour or so of medium to hard rain, and then just light rain before and after.
ReplyDeleteLovely bit of writing there, enjoyed that. Walter has started tufting as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks. And then today was lovely again. My area wasn't badly hit, although we did get pretty good rain, but there were power outages and accidents and minor flooding all over the place, turns out.
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