Tuesday, April 22, 2025, 39.7* Overcast
Slumped over the rail and narrow picnic table, the green canvas hosts raindrops. Yesterday when I moved the canvas tarp, acorns, salted sand and tiny rocks bounced to the deck I’d recently swept. I did not fold the waterproof tarp before dark as planned. I grasped a thick hemmed edge; let it quickly drop not because of a cramp in my hand. Maybe we both were stunned seeing my fingers so close as I disturbed a Brown Recluse. The tarp will have to be folded—not today; not in the rain—in the sun wearing gloves.
So watch your step.
Use your head.
Make the most of every chance you get.
These are desperate times!
Ephesians 5:16 The Message
Art: LJ Austin
