Mojo pacing, shaking, panting, terribly anxious during thunderstorms. Heavy rain with lightning and pea sized hail. A stream of muddy water runs down the road. My metal roof brings the sound down close. Its too dark to see the creek rise but I know it swells.
Mojo finally wedged himself into a corner of the guest room after trying to get behind the Chinese cabinet.
Today the willows went for green. The Japanese magnolia at the Blue house is about to burst. The redbud on edge. The spice bushes set their yellow dots at the edge of the trees by the river. Green, green, green.
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