What better way to celebrate Venus’ transit of the Sun today than with a good old fashioned downpour.
The term I once heard a baseball announcer use to describe a rain delay was a frog strangler.
I always thought that was sort of weird. Not very funny since I happen to really like frogs and worry about the speed with which we’re killing them.
We’ve been in a drought for about three years. Those of us that don’t have underground sprinklers that can be set to go off when nobody’s looking like some kind of CIA stealth weapon, have painfully watched the slow death of our once proud lawns.
It’s tempting. An anonymous phone call to the water police. Pink citations color coordinated with the bright green lawns, neatly taped to their doors.
Never mind. I always disliked tattle tails.