where before that Last Beer of Summer there was a lot of backing and forthing to get moved in

and afterwards deep rest; then those final yellow days, colors late as usual, curiously

warm as well and dry.

It was mild enough to take morning meals and most lunches on the East Porch

although Tuesday* brought clouds for most of the day after which

crazy night winds blanketed everything with leaves come morning…

[there’s a ditch and a pond under there, somewhere…]

winds continuing wildly all Wednesday, making for

a most various four days on de desert for sure

[and the Moon, too]. Boo.

*A day destined to reenergize the MAGATs’ resolve to double down on all that redistricting and voter oppression with a vengeance…