The rain stalled enough for me to mow and rake the back year, side yard, and 1/4 mile of woods path (no raking). Hopefully tomorrow will see the front and side yards in the front get done as well.
Have been giving thought to a couple of books of Polaroid work, one of botanical selections with poetry and one of landscape. Both projects require more thinking and planning which is enjoyable.
“It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ”