Out here on the front porch, it seems likely that the rain will come very soon. Thickening clouds and the heraldry of thunder are pretty good clues, and if I don’t trust my senses, I’m sure I could look up some satellite images on this tablet. That may have been a good call prior to my having watered the vegetables and the new flowers. It won’t hurt the plants to get watered again, however, and the rain barrel will be replenished.
There’s the thunder again.
The flowers are for Abigail. It’s the 12th anniversary of our engagement. Our engagaversary. Relatively easy to remember given that it was April 1, 2000. That sounds like a long time, and so much is different from how we lived that day. So much is the same though. I feel like the guy who proposed marriage that day. It seemed like the most radical thing in the world to be doing. Nobody proposes for the first time more than once in their life. So I planted some dianthus and some verbena, some alyssum and some dusty miller. Those will last at least this year.
I also planted a blueberry bush. That ought to last a little while longer. Abigail puts blueberries on her cereal, and we both like blueberry pancakes. A bush could save us a bunch of money, but that’s not really the point. The point is “hey! blueberries!” Just the same as the point of the tomato plants. Hopefully they will taste better than store bought too. The funny thing about the blueberry bush though is that we will need to get another one. Blueberries need to cross pollinate to set fruit. Kind of like getting planted next to someone so that your lives can enrich each other’s.
Definitely about to rain.
Just how many blogs do you have now? I have given reading books and devoted myself to reading you instead.
It’s hard to keep track, but I’ve given up on reading anything at all. Just talking, not listening. Thanks for reading, by the way. I’d really like to hear your response to some of the stuff posted on here. Since you have nothing better to do.