Leisurely morning; hands smell pleasantly of the basil I’ve just picked. Overcast, a cooling East wind blowing; had a heavy rain shower before it was even 8:30 AM; hope the day is full of rain, that brought this cool air. Listening to the surf-like sounds of cars on West Napoleon as they splash through puddles on wet streets. Opened the back porch door to the sweet beloved scent of ozone from the rain, the steamy air drawing out the perfume of grass and earth; the birds have been going crazy in Mary Lynn’s fig tree; it’s fun to watch. Opened some of the windows to the fresh air and turned up the AC; temp hovering at 73, and with the breeze, so odd a thing to do on a June morning, it’s very pleasant; drawing out the scent of the eucalyptus still fragrant after all these years; must make a trip to Whole Foods soon and buy another batch of fresh eucalyptus as I did last time and dried it myself. Meals will be made from what’s on hand; already planning herb loaf for lunch with the basil I just picked, the dried oregano, the thyme. Finished reading, “Keepers of the House,” as the rain fell; it really is a fine book. Shirley Ann Grau lived in New Orleans, not sure if she was a native. Will look into that. Fine writer.
Don’t regret one word that I said yesterday; funny, it wasn’t planned but I knew it was coming in some way without thinking about it much. Knew when I had this dream earlier in the week; just, as Margaret said in Keepers of the House, didn’t know what form it would take.