Of Boats, Gene Kelly, German Drinking songs and Glorious Water
This morning, the birds in the trees outside were chirping so very loudly in such a large grouping that it was actually what I would refer to as noisy. They were as joyous as the trees around town because Hurricane Javier’s outer clouds reached our desert and brought delicious, unending, everything soaking, omigosh huge puddle forming, where’s my umbrella and raincoat donning drops, and kept dropping them over and over and over again all night and day, two days ago. Whew! I had thirty-five... Sign in to see full entry.