It's a day to make the frogs happy, drizzling steadily and I think it rained all night, too.
No walk for me today but when I went yesterday I gathered what you see there. All except the wild gladiola. That came from my yard where they grow in such profusion I spend a good amount of time every year pulling them up and tossing them into the woods where they now bloom too.
I took the eight bags of trash I culled from the kitchen last night to the trash depot. Plastic, glass, garbage. When will I learn to stop keeping containers that I think I might need some day? I will never need them and they are merely clutter. My cabinets are so much bigger today. So much bigger.
I'm going to town to run errands with Lily and the boy and I need to call her and tell her I'm on my way. I need to put on a bra. Brush out my wet hair. Wet from taking the trash.
Mr. Moon is home today, trying to get his infected toe to heal. He's on antibiotics and he's sitting with his foot up. Staying home is unheard of for him but I think he's enjoying it, just sitting and reading the paper on a rainy morning. Buster the dog is sitting with him, cuddled up and happy to have his Man at home to sleep by.
It's a rainy day in Lloyd. The frogs are happy.
My kitchen is tidy.
All is well.