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It was with some dismay that I heard the rain beating madly on the roof, even before I went to bed last night. I’d been lulled into basking in the glow of a perfect spring, as it seemed to be unfolding. We’ve had warm, sunny days with no hint that winter was still lurking. Not until it was mostly overcast yesterday, with a dull but menacing cover of clouds.
What the latest rain means, in practical terms, is that I’m unlikely to get my yard in shape any time soon. The weeds and high grasses have taken over more than at any time in the nine and a half years I’ve lived here. I can’t push the mower through mud, and my yard guy is unlikely to stop and do his job until it gets a bit drier. So I’m kind of stuck in the middle of a jungle. The lizards and mosquitoes seem to enjoy it way more than I do.
What concerns me most isn’t the fire danger, because I expect to get the yard cut back long before it gets dry enough to burn. I’ve been having phone troubles again lately, especially on my DSL line. I actually don’t know if it’s the line itself, or the equipment inside. But if it is the line, I can’t ask the phone company to take a look, because they won’t be able to find it. The phone lines are totally buried under a thick growth of greenery, inaccessible without a machete. |
