It's raining

and since our windows don't open, I've opened the doors. This morning, scuttling around outside, inspecting the garden and taking out trash, I also took some images: 


Here we have the rhubarb patch. My Opa split a couple of his plants for me last week, and we put them in beside the back gate. 



And these are the wax beans! 


A ghostly emergence.





I could not be happier to be hanging laundry to dry under the patio shelter's roof, roasting pygmy-sized eggplants for curry, writing, reading, drinking strong black tea. I feel snug enough to welcome the elements.