I'm just about finished with all the major projects around here, although I could do more, but that can be deferred to next year, if there is a next year for me. I certainly won't take anything for granted. I believe I will try growing some tomatoes this year. The cages are in place, so why not?
No relief from the drought, none in sight. Mild weather here, but so very, very, dry.
The dust was up yesterday, the air was dry, and today there is a chill in the air. Maybe climate change will turn the southern tier of states into barren desert. That would be an appropriate fate for a moral, cultural, and intellectual wasteland. Wouldn't it? Not MY problem, in any case. There's a lot to be said for living in one's twilight years. Especially when the future looks so amazingly bleak. It's good, then, to not have much future to worry about. The past! Look to the past!
I rummage around in that digital book of memories...
Nice enough day yesterday but no rain. Texas burns. And the bleep goes on.
