Rain saves the lawn. Finally, in the words of the lawn guy, a good soaking. Just what the brown grass was thirsting for.

Rain saves the lawn. Finally, in the words of the lawn guy, a good soaking. Just what the brown grass was thirsting for.
She is long lost in a black oblivion by now. Three years and seven months lost, as of today. And yet I can’t get her out of my mind.
She supported me while I wrote the Great American Novel, which turned out to be the Not-So-Great Australian Novel.