March 31, 2025

Torrential rain, a welcome sound on the roof. I imagine it dousing the fires on the mountains. My west plot was as dry as stone. J drove out to estimate the cost of a patio.  I never thought to have a patio until he mentioned it. I never thought of a lot of things until they were mentioned to me. The list of things which the world needs more than I need a patio scramble through my head. But, I will almost certainly do it, carried as ever by the current toward unknown destinations. 

AM and his magic fiddle at St. George’s yesterday afternoon. Pitiable crowd. Not his fault. The Dicentra is in bushy bloom beside the church steps. 

Exhausted yesterday as is humanly possible. Trying to build back a little today. The deluge will help by keeping me inside.