October 9, 2007

While the land waits for rain

chris in his garden

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may i say- that’s a very, very nice ponytail.

Why yes, rose! Go right ahead.

We can feel the rain approaching down here in the Santa Cruz Mountains, too.  The earth here is so parched that I almost expect to hear a great sucking sound, not pitter-patter, when the front arrives.

Nice pony tail, by the way.

Happy New Year!

Ummm, Chris - you definitely rock the hair… just guapo (did I spell that right?)

Sravana

Fucking hippie.

Translation; my ponytail’s only three inches. My ponytail I said!

I love the colors of your house!

Meanwhile, here in the erstwhile land of humidity, I have trouble convincing myself that this normal (to me) mid-range dryness is in fact a state of profound drought for this region.

Pretty hair.

Wasn’t it me who told you you ought to grow it out again?  Do I get credit for that?

You would get credit, Dr. Socks, were you not tragically deceased. (Posthumous credit is just so depressing.)

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