tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541914507389526678.post8221994868395020962..comments2023-07-03T08:31:04.437-07:00Comments on americans and other half-wild animals: "all that the rain promises"mindy crandall (pacific madrone)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445487531505340019noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541914507389526678.post-48335497365308496362009-11-18T05:11:58.227-08:002009-11-18T05:11:58.227-08:00Years ago you gave me a copy of Sometimes a Great ...Years ago you gave me a copy of Sometimes a Great Notion. I lived in Virginia at the time. The opening of that book so well described the scene, the terrain, the mood of the land; dictated by rain, that I was in exile from.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541914507389526678.post-60830123783176993542009-11-17T23:29:11.697-08:002009-11-17T23:29:11.697-08:00a wet bike ride home.
ah, i jest.
i may moan a lo...a wet bike ride home.<br /><br />ah, i jest.<br />i may moan a lot about what the rain and return of winter means (such as putting away the flip flops and bbq and hammock, etc), but there has to be a reason I live in a place so wet and green and consistently seek out places like it around the world. for all my griping, i must like this moss-covered climate and all it brings with it.<br />Rain promises me single malt drinking, basketball and soccer watching, reading novels and hot baths, lots of baked squash and pots of irish stew, and, i suppose: skiing (or at least the multitude of trips to the mountains that occur when you're married to a skier).mauxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00428915696870105523noreply@blogger.com