"Which form of proverb do you prefer; Better late than never or Better never than late?" Lewis Carroll
A grey sky, a late sun, puzzled roosters (I'm guessing about their state of mind)…it's a quiet Sunday morning in these waning warm October daze….they tell me (the tee-vee oracles) that it's gonna rain 'n I believe 'em…well, 'way too much past experience tells me that even a broken clock is right twice a day…I know it's gonna rain, 'n that when it does, the temperature'll drop 'n we'll go right into norCal winter…happens durn near ever' year 'n it's like the weather is on some kind of automatic timer system…
Nabor Doug likes the automatic timers so's he don't have to go every day 'n bend over 'n open the valve by hand…
The vacant house next door to him has a small lawn area a little larger than a 6 x 9 rug 'n Douglas made a deal with the new (supposedly) owner to keep it green 'n he has to do it by hand, so to speak, like they use'ta do in the not-quite olden daze of yore when you stand there hose in hand (gonna refrain from snide comments) 'n let the water run…..
'Course, if someone wuz to pay him, he'd just as soon put in an automatic watering system, that is if someone wuz to pay him…as it is, he'll just stand there 'n water by hand, that it, as long as someone pays him….
Kind'a quiet out 'n about Plaza Park this a.m. Couple other dogwalkers but the cooler mornings keep the regular denizens away until the sun comes out…me 'n da boyz went along, kicking thru the leaves…durn leaves all falling all over the place…(reckon if that's why they call it Fall) (Ah, prob'ly not)….
It don't really matter all that much anyhow 'cuz in a few daze, it's gonna rain 'n our little corner of the world'll go all green again….well, underneath the leaves anyway…until the Park mowers come along anyway...so long as waters flow, the grasses grow 'n growing grasses need t'be cut, at least in civilized society, it seems….
"Everything's got a moral if only you can find it." Lewis Carroll
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