August, adieu
But hello again feverishly wonderful temperatures. Passing through a nearby playfield on my way back from errands in the afternoon, I saw a man dressed in thick tattered layers of dark clothing sitting at a picnic table, attending to his very battered feet. He had a hooded top, and from a distance appeared to have no face; a jarring image in the midst of all the grass and old burgeoning apple trees. Lake Union drew me out of the house later with the promise of natural air conditioning down by the shore. The streets were quiet, houses looked closed up as I walked down the hill, and the park wasn't crowded. Stood on the big hill, mesmerised by sparkling water. Going back up towards home, I encountered a young couple with a boom box, playing sexy-sounding hip hop and practicing dance steps on a brightly colored tiled terrace. They smiled and carried on as I watched in appreciation of their summery youth.
posted by isabelita at 10:14 AM
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We were under the impression that it rained in the northwest. I guess we were seriously misinformed. It's been really great weather, but our garden is wondering whatever happened to the good water that falls out of the sky.
There have been some miserably cold wet Augusts, but they were long ago, in the '70's. Are you hand watering special plants? We haven't had a declaration of drought that I've heard. Of course, water's going to get expensive.
However, a neighbor up the block just had their venerable and incredibly loaded Italian prune plum tree split in two a couple of days ago, due to a huge load of fruit and dry conditions. I was just up there getting some fruit, and commiserating with them. The interior of the tree looks like tinder...
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