More Benicia…
Aggie, part Border Collie, has always been too busy to learn spelling but, ever sensitive to visual cues, follows instructions on our tarsands-loving neighbor’s lawn.
A week ago Wednesday I woke deep in the night and lay awake hours as small rains came and went. In the grey morning the air was crisp and fresh, dark;
singin’ in the rain, hey…
… singin’ at the trains, hey;
Ever more weather, whether we need it or don’t [but we do];
Saturday the City, wetter than predicted,
…for historic Arnesons, a current Fleming…
and, at Catherine Clark, Anthony Discenza…
Afterwards we lined up for the burning car on the Bay Bridge
caught this in passing it;
Good enough. Back to Beni for sushi as the rain slacked off, but only after the fire and, Martinez Bridge- ah! almost home!, a pickup smashed against the guardrail pointed south from whence it came.
Later, an hour later immediately [doesn’t Daylight savings seem to come earlier every year?], another night, or long early morning, yet again sleepless as rains came and went and poured down most all of Sunday…
On everything. Until they didn’t, and suddenly the wettest March ever, over…leaving puddles, green
…and plenty colores in GR’s secure undisclosed location…
Tuesday finally to Brian’s Auto Salvage, far reaches of Green Island Road, American Canyon…
…for, finally, the Summer Hood.
Drawn by others in other media;
And spring, sprang, sprung.
M