Rosebuds against Rainstorm
Rosebuds against Rainstorm

It has been raining.  Gusts up to 45 mph, or is it 65?

At one point the rain turned to slush, frozen snow-like crystals, and a brief white drift formed to disappear.

All day I have been working on the new novel, and all day yesterday.

In truth, today I stopped a few times to correct papers and read A Room Lit By Roses for tomorrow’s class.

What will they think of this fierce brave writer, Carole,who is so open with her emotions in a way that is no way sentimental?

The screens are shaking like kodo drums.  Will the calm actually arrive tomorrow?

I gathered my rosebuds, literally this morning, to see if I can see them bloom, and picked a surprise delphinium, which has been steadfast all summer long.

Chocolate cosmos are still blooming so I brought them in, too.