Come on in, the
water weather is fine.
May 15th and no sign yet of spring, much less a hint of summer. My driveway, divested of its usual gravel and dirt overlay by our torrential rains more resembles a half dry river bed with rocky base exposed. Driving the thousand feet or so from the house to the county maintained blacktop, I imagine I am a salmon swimming upstream. Choosing my route carefully, I conserve the energy stored from last year’s short growing season by avoiding the most challenging of rock falls and swiftest area of current. I am tired…so tired.
If I don’t feel the warmth of the sun on my back and wallow in the unsung pleasures of wearing dry shoes soon, like the salmon who has completed natures prime directive to reproduce and then die I will simply throw myself to the bank of my drive one morning and life force spent, quietly expire.
So…how’s the weather in your neck of the woods?