It’s only 7:30 at night but the sky is dark and the world is bathed in rain. Thunder rolls through, killing my internet access from the lovely dish on the front lawn but that story was played out here several years ago. After a searingly humid drought, the rain has come and the earth is absorbing like a new sponge. Sleedles is irritated and slinks from door to door, testing the degree of wet. “I can’t find the OTHER outdoors, where it isn’t damp!!”
Alice cheerily gnaws on a “contractor bone.” (marrow bone from the grocer.) It is fairly cleaned of gooey stuff and there is a loophole in the “inside toys vs outside toys” rule when it is raining this hard. Not that Skeedles’ recent bounty of dead chipmunks is welcome. I have lived here ten years and have never had so much rodent-like wild life. Wouldn’t the smell of cats and dogs be a slight deterrent to wildly procreating with abandon? Gray squirrels are in abundance. Charlie loved the “Who Who’s” when he visited. They clattered and chattered above him in insolent rage. The bear have quieted down or moved on and the raven haven’t announced a second shot at parenting lately. The woods are eerily quiet. Summer is slowly coming to a close but the seduction of Fall with its last blast of color and warmth is comforting.