Rain continues in California, and I am a lucky one who has weathered these storms without disaster or even minor disturbance. That is water, not icicles, streaming from the roof of the lovely Spanish-style apartment building where I live.
Most years, rainfall is miserly in this semi-arid zone, which is why I wrote this haiku the day before the rains began:
with a cloud of dust
a blue heron lands upon a
So I am thrilled to find our very seasonal greenery already blanketing brown hillsides. Some years it turns our golden California into an almost-Ireland for a little while.
Meanwhile, the writing is coming in its own deluge. Yesterday, I wrote 2,000 words on that novel in progress I had started during NaNoWriMo. And since I know where the next couple of chapters are going, I think the next few days might be productive, too.
Oh, and I made a big pot of soup and applesauce cake. Perfect rainy day fare.
I hope everyone is staying safe and finding their own stride. Have a good weekend.