August 07, 2003


...boggy, damp, dampish, dewy, fenny, humid, marshy, moist, muggy, rainy, roric, roriferous, sticky, swampy, tacky, undried, wet, wettish...

When all the doors stick and your boots never dry out. When the potholes in the road by the mailbox always hold the reflection of the maple tree in brown liquid. The firewood stacked in rows is sodden and dark, the air thick as syrup. Trees crash in the night, unable to hold in fluid soil and gray is the dominant color of the day. The house smells of mildew and the cellar is an aquarium full of air. So saturated is the soil that earthworms swim on the grass without fear of becoming long withered raisins. Drops on tin overhead are so pervasive I am alarmed when I notice it is silent save for the thousand voices of the creek. And it is raining again.

Posted by fred1st at August 7, 2003 06:56 AM | TrackBack

Aren't you under a flood watch? Are you in danger of being washed right away? You may actually be ESCAPING to Birmingham.

Posted by: trish at August 7, 2003 10:26 AM

Oh, fred, you did it so I don't have to-- the list of words for this sticky, spongey, mildewy, SLUGGY time. How big are the slugs down there? Ours are orange, three inches long and growing.

Posted by: beth at August 7, 2003 03:38 PM

God, the sun actually (sorta) made an appearance for a couple of hours on Wednesday - okay, I exagerate; the everlasting twilight turned light enough that I didn't have to use a flashlight during the "daytime" for a couple of hours.

I haven't seen the sun, moon or starts since July for crying out loud (and probably won'ts for anohter 4 or more days).

Posted by: bogie at August 8, 2003 07:04 AM

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