It was too hot to be outside today.
And yet, before I could get out of bed and into the shower, my neighbor was on his shiny, red, new riding mower and taking down my overgrown grass and weeds in the front yard.
When I got home from running errands, I took a look at the garden, on to find it sad looking. The squash and melon leaves hung off their vines like Salvador Dali paintings. The only upright plants were the tomatoes and tomatillos.
A few hours later, the clouds rolled in with the thunder and wind and lightning. That is all it took. A brief, if steady rain, and the garden regained its life, the beans were snappable. The daikon leaves shaded the sprouts beneath their usual canopy.
It always amazes me what magic water holds.
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