It rained yesterday and it was welcome. The sky was all plumped up with thick silver batting. As the raindrops began to fall, the earth smelled so fresh, warm, and all of the scents of the flowers and the growing things blended together and wrapped around us. Oh sweet heaven! We love sitting under the glass green leafy canopy that the maple tree provides us for shelter in the rain. We marvel at the light filtering through while we listen to the thrum of the droplets. The plants seemed to grow a foot within hours of the rain. The birds flittered in circles twittering and screeching.
The keeper went to something called TGIF at Libby's and Bindy's house with their keepers and others and ate chicken and tried Croatian grapa. We think she should have had more chicken and less grapa! But on her way home she found our friend the possum who visits the back porch every night lying on the road, curled up in the death sleep. She buried him in the middle of the night. We liked him, he wasn't bright, and wasn't bothered by us. He would press his nose against the back door and look in and we would look out. He should have stayed off the road. We thought he had better night vision or better sense. Maybe some of his friends will visit us now. We offer our condolences to the possum clan.
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