After Abby dozed off this evening, I walked around outside for a while. The sky was alight with the last of the sunset, and combined with a thunderstorm to our east, a rainbow formed. I walked down to the pond, which has been dry since the beginning of the month. I had my shovel with me; who doesn’t in the country, right? My plan was to shovel about eight big globs of pond bottom and throw the dirt on the dam, in hopes of both getting a decent workout and making the pond deeper in the middle so it will hold more water when it’s rainy again.
As I did this and listened to the sound of the evening, I was reminded of the summer of 1978, when Michael and I spent a huge amount of our time as 15-year-olds messing around in an area of Lawton, Oklahoma we called “Section A.” The moniker was part of a bigger plan to be part our secret society, which I blogged about briefly here.
The most amazing thing about our time in “Section A” is that we never picked up ticks, which probably would have killed us with all manner of parasite-borne illness.
My slice of the green is browning up some now, which “Section A” always did at this time of year. Tonight was my little time machine to adolescence.
I photographed the rainbow and the weeds that reminded me of yesteryear, then found that the light was just right on my antenna farm (read about why I have an antenna farm here), which I also photographed.