Rainfall. Upright Trees. Getting lost.
We’re supposed to be hit by Tropical Storm Edouarde today. I like this website for checking updates.
I was awake at 6:30am, thanks to Zoe and to my need to finish a book that was dominating my dreams which was making it hard to sleep. Anyway, it wasn’t until around 8:30am that the rain came down in big fat drops. Now it is steadily raining small drops. The walnut tree out back is blowing lightly in the wind, but every so often a gust will fling its branches around. Then it gets completely still. I think all of these things I’m witnessing will repeat over and over again today.
I’m noticing how much the walnut tree has grown in the last two and half years. I don’t think that 50 mph wind will flatten it to the ground as I once saw when we first moved here. I don’t know how this tree has grown so much. I never water it or prune it or talk to it. It has doubled in the thickness of its trunk and in height. How? Probably the humidity is enough.
I hope the surrounding pines keep from falling on our house. It’s a weird thing to pray for… if you ask for it not to fall on your house are you saying it’s OK to fall on your neighbors? What if they’re praying for it not to fall on their house? Does it end up falling on the house that didn’t pray? And if it doesn’t fall are invisible prayers holding it upright?
I’m never up this early… it’s affecting my brain. Or maybe it was the book I read about a woman finding the place where all lost things go. Like the one sock in the dryer or the homework that was done but never turned in because it vanished (resulting in more homework assigned by the disbelieving teacher). Even forgotten sounds ended up in this place, so the sound of laughter was common because there were people back in the real world who forgot how to laugh. Imagine being in this lost place, living a new life with other people who have also gone missing and then hearing your own laughter drift through signifying that someone you love has forgotten the sound of your laughter.
So I’m waxing philosophical about the pine trees outside. It was a pretty creative book.
Posted on August 5th, 2008 by trish
Filed under: Life
you mean
Edouard
yeah yeah… so I can’t spell. why can’t it just be Edward like in Twilight? Tropical Storm Eddie… sure is stagnant right about now. no rain… not a whole lotta wind… not sure if this is good or bad, but no internal alarms are going off… I’m thinking we’re in the clear.
in the clear is NICE!!!
edward like in twilight…you so silly girl
Thanks for stopping by my site! I am a native Floridian, so very much used to hurricanes and tropical storms. I used to wax poetic about the people running to the store at the last minute to pick up the LAST CAN of Chef Boyardee and the freak outs at the lack of water bottles because they didn’t prepare for the season.
Great wordage!