The Sunset Was Nice, Too
Jul. 20th, 2011 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSome of the sourgrass might be drowned. I put the hose on it and then forgot to move it for two hours. That'll show up on the water bill. The hose ought to have been all the way down to this end of the house an hour ago, but it's only irrigating the gardenia bush. I'll have to be attentive and not let the gardenias drown. The night needs their fragrance.
That's probably what the crickets are telling me even now. I fancy that the cricket chirps are vibrating the petals as they vibrate the air, and releasing an extra bit of scent— just enough to transform the ordinary yard into an exotic garden, the way the trees are transformed to brocade on sky and ground by the moonlight.
That's probably what the crickets are telling me even now. I fancy that the cricket chirps are vibrating the petals as they vibrate the air, and releasing an extra bit of scent— just enough to transform the ordinary yard into an exotic garden, the way the trees are transformed to brocade on sky and ground by the moonlight.
