A Change.

A hot night, but one of relief, not just for me but for a garden dried and parched after four weeks of hot days. I might have just for a moment this morning viewed the weather in a different way, don't get me wrong, I wanted the rain, because now I can have a rest from the tug-of-war with the garden hose. You see the hose fittings have seen better years and when tugged, may or may not explode. 

Aiming hose joiners, male to female, and then slamming them together while the water is still running is messily  wet, but when the evening temperature is still thirty degrees Celsius at 7pm I don't complain. The spray of water released into the air and on me has a cooling effect, not just on my body temperature but on my mood. 

Still after one explosion the hose is not tugged as hard, I don't want the hose joiners parting while I am not watching them, the lawn, aka, mown weeds, does not have priority for watering any more. Too many years of drought cured me from that activity. Water is now reserved for my veggies and fruit trees.

The night might have been hot, but the morning has a coolness, much appreciated after the hot days of the last month. Finally a change has come through, and even though the night was warm it was also a night of rain. This has worked wonders on the garden, and by the look of the cloudy sky, there is a promise of more during the day, this will be welcomed as a blessing. 

My moment of unwelcome to the wet morning, was when my cat came inside from her walk. I'd left the door open, otherwise I would play open and close door for her, so when she did come back inside I wasn't paying a lot of attention to her, she rubbed my leg, like she usually does, I jumped instead of patting her and cooing 'I guess you want your breakfast now.'

A wounded look of rejection registered on her face, but as much as I wanted to, I could just not force myself to pick her up, or even touch her for that matter, because the most unwanted part of a wet morning just rubbed my leg. I wondered how do you tell a fluffy cat that she could have postponed her walk this morning? A wet cat rub on unclad legs is just yucky. I did get her the breakfast she wanted, while doing my best to avoid her wet fur.




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