Monday, November 8, 2010
It's a little damp.
Imogen isn't fond of them, but I love a good thunderstorm, and this evening has been a doozy. It's the Gods showing that us puny humans with our war toys and our high falutin' ways could easily be eaten up and spat out at their whim. I may have to fit a snorkel to the car to get to work, but the water is starting to summer-proof the garden.
The rain also gives me a chance to wear a natty hat. I love a good hat and don't understand why the fashion from my grandfathers day disappeared. Not just the gardening hat mind you, though I have my fair share of straw and rattan varieties, but a nice hat such as the one I recently rediscovered in the storage cupboards out the back. It's an Akubra of mine that mimics the 1950's mens standard head-wear. I like to tip it to people I bump into, and doff it when I come inside. Perhaps I need a meerschaum pipe as well.