Our backyard patio is a bit of a shambles given all the rain we’ve had of late. The potted plants are struggling – drowning may be a more accurate description. A once-majestic potted banana tree looked to be completely rotted out, in spite of my pampering and care of it in our garage, where it overwintered in frost-free relative-warmth. Thankfully I spotted two little green spikes just poking through the soil, and I covered it with plastic in an effort to keep the rainfall due this weekend off of it for a few precious days.
On a recent evening, before the full moon, but not far before it, the house begins glowing as the light moves from the sky to indoors. It is the moment of dusk, often a moment of magic – when the world begins its leisurely stroll toward the slumber after the turn of a day.
Perhaps this post would be better placed nearer the evening, but on what is scheduled to be a rainy day, I’m keeping it here. May it provide a place of peace, of calm, of the tranquil promise of summer.
