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When it rains here these days, sometimes it rains as if The Flood were coming and we should all start building our arks. Green drips from trees and giant leaves and small ones, too. It has been a bit hard gardening because the rain washes seeds away, but still we have an abundance of what has not been washed away. We have cilantro and small wild tomatoes and tomatillos and beans and greens and I think giant Italian squah and very hot red peppers and bamboo which we didn't plant but which decided to come up in two beds. We'll have to move it.
Here is a video on youtube of us driving through the rain near here.
It seems Guillermo our gardener has a relative who worked for our friend who died. So we talked a bit about that and then I told Guillemo I discovered we, too, could be buried in the Xico Panteón and Guillermo said then we really would be from Xico, or at least OF Xico. And then he said, but best to enjoy today and not think too much about dying.
Except a friend dying is a good and poignant reminder to me not to dwell too much in the news I can do nothing about. So I have been stopping myself from following wandering thoughts of Syria and so forth and wrapping my spirit (so to speak) in our countryside which is munificent and filled with friends and I also downloaded Seamus Heaney's book of poetry, "North", which is available on Kindle, as are some others. Earthy and vivid and melancholy, perhaps, too. Serious, northern imagery, but not at all ponderous. I'd heard his name, but had not read his poetry. Actually the only poetry I've read recently is that sent by a good friend, and whenever I read what she sends, I tell myself I should read more.