.... and it's like being inside a goldfish bowl. Water just pouring down the windows. And then it stops and breathes for a moment or two; then begins again.
And this is not the storm. Yet.
6.20 p.m.
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n English gardener, who takes a lot of photos, visits many places, listens to lots of music, reads a lot of books, who has wandered the earth but is currently dug in in Sacramento, California. On this blog: gardening and wildlife. Life in Northern California, and an archive of postings from Long Island's southern shore, amid the wetlands... restoring house and garden. And the most beautiful sunrises...
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