Yeah, I used to sing this song to my baby in 1976. No sweet lullabies from me, nosiree, which could explain a whole lot come to think of it.
Deluge – this could be it.
In real time, we have unrelenting, pounding rain that is filling our streets, our shoes, our storm drains and, most of all, making my hair curl in the most uncontrollable, hysterical way.
Since there is no real end in sight for a few days, I thought I’d post a photo of the fruits of last weekend’s labor with the indigo pot.
silk scarf with hand embroidered border
When summer skies look like that again, I’ll drag out the accordion.