This August has been the wettest that I can remember. While the middle of the country has been drought-stricken, here in North Florida it has rained and rained, in a month that is normally very dry and hot.
I had today off, and after taking Mr. Claudius out for a good long while, I worked for a couple of hours hauling fallen branches and sticks to the curb for pick-up. Yes, Branches and Rain, it shall be ever thus.
And a good thing, too, that those branches needed removing. I felt so low-down when I woke up. My morning prayer was distracted. I might as well have been reading a grocery list. The only thing to do was to work and sweat and forget myself.
I picked some chanterelle mushrooms. It's been a good year for them, with all the rain, but I've let them go until now. After that it was easy: a shower, lunch, and a nap.
And now, Isaac, which looks to moisten some Republicans at their convention in Tampa on its way North. Will Isaac become a hurricane?