Paraphrasing Steinbeck

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San Antonio averages 300 days of sunshine a year. Last Friday wasn’t one of them. The white patch in the chair is ice. My patio is somewhere under the lake. The scene begs for cliché. When hail hell freezes over. When all hail hell breaks loose. Or to paraphrase Steinbeck, “I’ve lived in good climate, it bores the hail hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve disagreed with Steinbeck.


In My Backyard

These water lilies were blooming yesterday in my backyard. Monet would be jealous.


Caught Off Guard

Moping around the yard this evening, I looked up to see this.

Yep. It’s August 2. Right on time. The first moonflower of the season bloomed a little before 8:00 p.m. Last March, out of an entire package of seeds, four sprouted. The odds of a bloom were lousy, but at the top of an arched trellis–a gift.


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