Being soaked alone is cold.
Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.
~ Emily Wing Smith
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| Last year she wouldn't wear her coat. This year she seemed fine (but she wouldn't look at me). |
It rained off and on for about a day and a half. We needed it.
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| Rain on the iris... |
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| and the pittosporum... |
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| and the red-tipped photinia that is not long for this world (fungus). |
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| Modern art on the telephone poles (or ancient art)? |
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| It reminds me of a nkisi nkondi - power figure from the Kongo peoples.* |
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| The red oaks are losing their leaves - finally. |
We lost Z's collar and found it again.
We tossed some newspapers on folks' porches so they could stay dry.
We found other people's trash.
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| Who throws their trash down...really? |
Then we headed home to dry off and get warm.
NOTES:
* https://www.khanacademy.org/humanities/ap-art-history/africa-ap/a/nkisi-nkondi
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