The long-awaited winter storms did arrive with a vengeance, drumming rain deep into the soil. Don’t you want a subterranean view of a cross section of the earth moistening sequentially into ever richer chocolate layers as the rain percolates down in fudgy rivulets — how far down, who can say? (It’s both limiting and freeing, blessing and curse, to have an imagination unfettered by the laws of science.) The rains have brought worry and inconvenience to many, so a gardener’s elation is somewhat tempered by that knowledge — at least in polite company. Privately, this is a time for jubilation. The garden looks like it’s been slapped into taking a breath.
Leaving the land and heading out to sea, here’s the Los Angeles Lighthouse and jetty yesterday afternoon, clouds and wave spume nearly interchangeable. The photographer, MB Maher, is still seasick today.
Now off to satisfy an urge for a slice of chocolate cake, grab a cup of tea, and find the old dog-eared copy of To The Lighthouse, where Lily Briscoe paints in the garden and Mrs. Ramsay throws her shawl over an object in the children’s bedroom (an animal’s skull?) that keeps them awake and afraid. Fitting end to a rainy workweek.
More rain possibly next week.