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So Much Depends
Feb. 28th, 2016 11:19 pmWhile out shopping this afternoon I saw a young dogwood tree in full bloom. It was surrounded by a great deal of pavement and several large buildings, so the heat island effect might have contributed to its early blossoming, but even some of the dogwoods on this side of town, closer to the canyon and windier and chillier, have buds on them. April will most likely arrive in March this year, as March arrived in February. I'm hoping I never have to see June in January.
I'm also hoping that my ears deceived me this evening when I thought I heard a frog croak a few times in my back yard. A frog wouldn't last long with all the feral cats I've got around here. It probably wouldn't be so good for the cat, either, if one of them ate the frog. Reptiles and amphibians don't agree with kitty digestive systems. I'm not sure a frog would have traveled this far from the water, anyway, the nearest stream being about four hundred feet east of here. But it sure sounded like a frog.
The frogs that are still in the stream are still croaking in the darkness. It is very dark tonight. The clouds are hanging around, rarely thinning enough to allow the light of one or two stars to pass for a moment or two. The trees to the north and west are invisible, though there is enough light from the valley towns reflecting off the clouds to the east and south that I can make out the silhouettes of the pines in that direction. There is one less pine to be silhouetted than there used to be, though, as another one was removed from the yard at the end of the block a couple of days ago. A broader view is gradually opening up in that direction. The view is nice, but I think I'd rather keep the remaining trees, thanks.
I bought a bottle of wine at the store today, but just realized that I haven't seen my corkscrew in ages. I went looking for it but can't find it. The wine will probably have to age another week before I can get a new corkscrew and open the bottle. I'm sure the wine will be fine. I, however, will spend a week being disappointed in myself. How could I forget that I don't know where my corkscrew is? One as stupid as I am only deserves wine in a box. I guess that's what I'll buy next time.
( Sunday Verse )
I'm also hoping that my ears deceived me this evening when I thought I heard a frog croak a few times in my back yard. A frog wouldn't last long with all the feral cats I've got around here. It probably wouldn't be so good for the cat, either, if one of them ate the frog. Reptiles and amphibians don't agree with kitty digestive systems. I'm not sure a frog would have traveled this far from the water, anyway, the nearest stream being about four hundred feet east of here. But it sure sounded like a frog.
The frogs that are still in the stream are still croaking in the darkness. It is very dark tonight. The clouds are hanging around, rarely thinning enough to allow the light of one or two stars to pass for a moment or two. The trees to the north and west are invisible, though there is enough light from the valley towns reflecting off the clouds to the east and south that I can make out the silhouettes of the pines in that direction. There is one less pine to be silhouetted than there used to be, though, as another one was removed from the yard at the end of the block a couple of days ago. A broader view is gradually opening up in that direction. The view is nice, but I think I'd rather keep the remaining trees, thanks.
I bought a bottle of wine at the store today, but just realized that I haven't seen my corkscrew in ages. I went looking for it but can't find it. The wine will probably have to age another week before I can get a new corkscrew and open the bottle. I'm sure the wine will be fine. I, however, will spend a week being disappointed in myself. How could I forget that I don't know where my corkscrew is? One as stupid as I am only deserves wine in a box. I guess that's what I'll buy next time.
( Sunday Verse )
