Up all night and home by 4 this afternoon with a mom in labor. It began to rain and I could hear the city swallowing in big gulps. Sometimes it was a downpour and sometimes it was light and sometimes it stopped. I went out without a raincoat just to feel it, blessed rain. The baby brought the rain and they named her Esme.
When I got home, I visited my garden. The chard and tomatoes had a bright look, saturated color rain look. As much as I complain when it rains for months, I know without it we all perish. Thank you Esme, for being born today.
The county DOT is next to my apartment. The guys come to start the trucks, drink coffee and swear around 6AM. I (nicely) told them that they serve as my alarm clock. But I want a 'good morning, Anne'. Now, I have a few guys Holler a "good morning, Anne". Positively a serenade. A
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