Wednesday, September 7, 2011
It is a part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees. ~ Edith Sitwell ~
The manic dog is manic, except when he sleeps, which he is good at. He lies perfectly still with his ears up. The unicorn meat eating cats circle him like John Wayne at the last roundup. My floor got flooded from the last deluge from tropical storm Lee. Not too bad. It could have been worse except the ground is so dry from the drought. The zinnias and the yellow tomatoes appreciate the wet, although the cats don't. I appreciate rain. We are water creatures at birth and I grew up on the ocean. I like the feel of rain on my hair and face and love walking in it. I feel so Jane Austen when I do.