Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Waves of heavy, torrential rain at the house now

 


Torched off the last of the dry wood in the 1919 parlor stove, sat under the eve just outside the rain line, watched and listened to it pound down.  Occasional thunder.  One spasm of small hail.

Lit off some McClelland Old Dog in the green stemmed meerschaum, and added some aromatic smoke to that coming from the wood fire.

I'm home cause I'm feeling like I caught a cold and I don't want to spread it around the office, but what a way to spend the afternoon.  This might be the last rain of the winter/spring season this year, and I didn't miss enjoying it properly.

 


Night Sky Door

 


Heh

 


They've taken over and dare you to do anything about it