Take heed

Yesterday's sky said rain today, a bit of a spit is all;
and self-congratulated to have mowed Friday
for predictions point to more  all week,
perhaps into June, which is normal.

Fifteen dry days this month ties a record,
and the ever-hopefuls planted gardens accordingly
too early, or so I maintain, no plot sowed myself to verify.

Two gophers trapped this week,
and in that the compost pile is smaller
without the assistance of mules, they were left
in their tunnels. One in the catacombs created by another
that lay dead from a couple weeks before. 
A work-around yet of some convenience.

Similarly, the prodigious and feral male feline,
cornered under the porch and back lit, in profile
and at close range, still growling as I hooked him
with a shovel, scooped and walked a ways
down the road ditch,
far enough to not be reminded.

And,
because I chose not to mention this tragicomedy upon her return from errands, 
it was with some relief that a proposed walk around the property to inventory flora
was postponed by something we ate.

It is a perfect day to change the oil in the tractors, but it won't happen. Or clean the studio.  Instead, I will bbq a chicken and asparagus while listening to beautiful music. Procrastination is as self-fulfilling as short-sightedness and tomorrow is never too late to suffer.

When asked of absolutes,
Jesus replied, "Watch."