The lilacs leave their beautiful scent in a stream of wind between the front of the studio and the side, where the white bleeding hearts dangle their pale charms. The ferns unscroll their fronds, the daffodils tell their last tale, and the dandelions dance with the violets in the scruffy grass.
Meanwhile in the bowels of the house a small skirmish occurs between two humans, a dehumidifier and its pump. The dehumidifier attempts suicide by plunging off its (admittedly very low) precipice, its hose mournfully detached from its pump companion. The humans try resuscitation and end up buying a new version at the local True Value. As a last ditch effort it is re-plugged in and finally gasps and breathes. The pump then has surgery to no avail, is shaken, peered at and then plugged in somewhere else where it spits water all over the kitchen floor. The two machines are reunited in their crawl space and left to do whatever they will. Meanwhile the brand new dehumidifier is carried out to the studio and left wheezing away in the sink.
2 comments:
At least it was in the kitchen before it spewed.
ah, what matters deadbeat machinery when there's white bleeding heart, Dicentra spectabilis 'alba,' and are those peonies waiting to unfurl?
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