It has rained almost continuously for two and a half days. Fire prevention pond is filling, although Mount Suribachi is not yet submerged. I can identify the low lying places that flood and eventually drain – at the corner by the rose bed, beside the front porch slab near the white oleander, and by the rank of valves for the irrigation system.
I had a brief foray out for weeding as a break from work on the Ethics Guide at the computer. A pair of ducks paddling across the fire prevention pond kept me company. A few of the tenant’s cows have found their way into Tork’s old pen. I can watch them from the breakfast nook, peacefully chewing down the fire hazard and thinking ahead to the dry season.
A Year at the Snake 