Yes, another Nearly Wordless Wednesday has arrived. Where does time go? I can tell you it seriously left while I was “working” yesterday because I achieved very little and have now successfully blamed it on Bach and Brahms who were more for meditating and gardening, not grind-stoning. They contributed to my delinquency.
Not today. It’s 8:42 am and I’m raring to go by celebrating something I’ve been waiting for. See it? You aren’t sure what it is? Â Oh come on. How many clues do you need? Or is it just glasses? It’s condensation!
Yes, that bit of atmospheric wonder that lets me know officially that the weather has changed. The plumeria that took so long to bloom will soon drop its last flowers, its leaves, and return to what the MoH refers to as “The Stick.”
Â Our windows will soon need to be closed during the night. The precious moisture in the air will help us breathe more easily, and keep me from feeling like a prune.
Okay, so I’ll be a juicy prune. Plump and juicy.
Gotta go. But with no Bach or Brahms.