Rainy Days

The Blues

When the shoestrings break
On both your shoes
And you're in a hurry-
That's the blues

When you go to buy a candy bar
And you've lost the last dime you had-
Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere-
That's the blues, too, and bad
-Langston Hughes

It rained again last night again- pretty hard, and I had just planted some seeds on my hill. The hill I've been trying to turn into a garden for years. There's a bush on the hill that I planted when Joshua was three. It has lovely pink flowers in the Spring. The deer snack on it as soon as it blooms so that it ends up looking like a half eaten green and pink sandwich.

I look out the front window at the birds and the dogwood that came with the house, and across the street to the neighbors perfectly manicured lawn and shrubbery and sigh. Their mulch looks really nice.

Next time the mulch guy comes knocking I'm going to tell him to go away.
I'm waiting for my seeds to grow.