Drama

Sunless dawn, rain sauntering down. I removed the cardboard protecting seeds planted too early, replaced with the remains of the salvaged christmas trees, to let rain in yet keep frost out. Drawn a fresh breath, everything greener, and more green to come. Forgotten flowers, working on their roots or seeds, bees must visit other flowers. Brisk winds of Monday long swept past, merely a lingering damp chill. Thousands of tiny roots of foxtail grasses remain, knitting the soil down, waiting for a moment's inattention.
Golden light through hazy clouds.


Delicate lentils peek out of crackled soil. Walking carefully around them to comb the ground with my eyes, pluck away competition. Aggressive grasses only, so far, but persistent weeds lurk. Words settle to the bottom of my mouth, let the silence float above. Witches beckon me, Weatherwax, Ogg, Garlik, Nit, Pratchett's cohort. Stopping to listen, reading to stop.

From reading prompts via Elephant's Child.

The police have been around our nearby half-street, with the local creep/nutjob who harassed me last year when I was stuck home and broken. Some sort of car theft ring, from what I can gather. They were there nearly five hours, seems to be over now. Nothing dramatic, just a lot of them, a supervisor parked in front of our house, then what I guess was a detective - in a black car and dressed in civvies. My next door neighbor hopes our "friend" will be removed from the area for good this time. A few months ago, he had a drug distributor living with him, with a big raid then, too. Ah. Drama.

The one line in the PD call list.

DRUG PROBLEM/DEALERS 1047 SC50 5xx E HAWTHORNE AVE Wed 04/15/2020 10:09 PUB ORDER CITIZEN ASSIST