My Little Desert

Posted on May 22, 2006 in Weather

Spent a half an hour on the deck, watching the silent cars of the neighbors I don’t talk to as they gathered dust from places by the sea and along the coastal plain. The storm’s ragged transparent pawprints groped the stucco flooring. The wetness grayed the beige. It surprised me. I added a few white rocks to the cactus containers, pulled weeds, and wondered if we would receive another midnight shower. Had Sunday’s watering attracted the rain? I smiled as patrolled my little desert and chased the cats down the stairs leading to the landing, up to Frank’s deck, then down and up in return.

Fat Fiona, I think, laughed at me as she rolled and hopped along.