What I would like is silence and privacy to write in, an entire houseful. I never realized how much I craved it until it was gone. Don needs another job. Soon.
August 13--And when autumn finally arrived--Summer bullied its way into the year in the middle of April. Everyone was taken by surprise but no one was more disappointed than Rachel. Rachel liked to take things slowly. She was perfectly happy to spend an entire afternoon watching a spider spin its web in a corner of the screened-in porch. In fact, she kept a lookout for the first one to emerge after the long frigid days of winter. She relished the slow greening of the silver maples that lined her street, how the pale pale green shoots crept a millimeter at a time making the naked branches look fuzzy until one day leaves finally emerged. It was so hot so fast that the crocuses, then the tulips, and the daffodils popped out of the ground almost audibly, flung their blossoms open, and faded within a week. The flowerbed across the front of Rachel's house was littered with petals making it look like the aftermath of a battle.
...and that's as far as I got before the clock chimed midnight and I turned back into a pumpkin. See you tonight.
--Barbara
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