Back yard bleeding heart. |
The afternoon featured rapid-fire questions about projects that didn’t sound the tiniest bit familiar and which research revealed had never been requested. There were problems with service providers. Weird questions from other departments.
The river was flowing fast and mighty. |
The weather featured a range of clouds from bright and
fluffy to dark, heavy, and ominous, mixed with sun. The ride home had big rain
splats on the windshield as I sat in traffic on the bridge at a red light watching
the Merrimack River rushing by. The water looked high and moved fast, crashing
over the spots where there used to be rocks visible. It was impressive.
At home, during a drizzle stage, the yard was visited to admire the violets and bleeding heart plants that are flowering. After several stops and starts, the rain eventually evolved into a downpour. It slammed against the windows and the tone of the rain shifted. Upon investigation, in this case, a highly scientific look out the front door, it was discovered that hail was bouncing loudly on the deck, the cars, and the walk, and gathering on the grass. The driveway lake, which had disappeared after Sunday’s rain, reemerged in its full depth and glory.
Overall, a pretty full day with a little of this, a bit of that.
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