It's been a wonderful monsoon season so far. I would like to request a little more thunder however. Thank you.
Sitting here on my patio on the rare occasion that is is nice enough to be outside. The thermometer reads 80 degrees with humidity that is less than comfortable, but it's a far cry from the 118 we usually have. The gentle breeze rocking my wind chimes makes it all tolerable. I look around my meager existence and feel content that I have this. The plants are tattered derelicts of their recent beauty. They are coming back though, with daily love and tending to. I notice the honeysuckle that struggles near the pool is holding it's own. It has reached the top of the wall and is intermingled with Roxanne's own honeysuckle planted in the exact same spot on the other side of our common brick wall. I lean back and light a mocha vanilla flavored cigar that I bought at the wine bar several nights ago and survey the bedraggled scene of my backyard. We are both tattered remnants of ourselves, but showing promise for a strong comeback.
Sometimes the best deals are the ones you don't make.
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