hail
Am trying to stay up to date on the housekeeping, which usually ends of happening (for the larger tasks) on the weekend. So today was spent scrubbing the propane tank and trimming some of the smaller branches on the trees near the property line and hauling the refuse over to a pile for the brush chipper. The boundary between the grove by the woodshed and the neighbor’s meadow feels more porous, as though ready for something to march through. A few hours later a thunderstorm swept through, with dime-sized hail and rain. The light was doom-laden and the sound unsettling, but everything outdoors smelled fresh and thankful for the water, which had been absent for most of the summer.