theatrics.

hey, duders.
peony bomb?

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's nature winning.
i mean,
who decides to start poppin' off,
in the rain, overnight, while nobody is watchin'?
ninjas.
that's who.
i've got ninja peony plants doo-dooing what they do.
this wavering weather,
this back-and-forth b!tchbaggery,
this stereotypically unpredictable new englandy
outdoor up-and-down fluctuation,
well, kids,
it's making the garden get busy whilst the getting is good.
i've got blooms.
i've got buds.
i've got berries in assorted colors and flavors.
but am i enjoying any of it?
c'mon.
what are you?
an A-hole?
of course not-
it's raining.
like,
deep, dark, dense clouds of water vapor
are blotting out the sky and keeping the risen sun
out of sight and behind a barrier of burly, blurry,
diffuse dinginess so far this morning.
nice.
i can think of no reason that regular folks shouldn't have
to span their days off of work under a shower of
stormy weather and altered plans.
i mean,
the burden of disappointment feels lighter
when other people are also in the swampy darkness with you.
right?
i know I sure feel better with an audience of active participants.
just sayin', neighbors-
it's not just misery that loves company,
but it's not only happiness either.
that's a real thing.
so,
the sky is dripping it's tears down in whimpers and sobs.
the woodsly goodness is being hydrated in a big way.
like, muddy and swollen and supersaturated past the point of
any effective rate of absorption.
that's a lot of wet.
maybe it's just a big shower to wash away all the sh!t.
a clean rinse.
i could probably hang out with that.
especially since i live up on a big hill.
yeah.
i'm like that.
***********
i watched that play, y'all.
little shop of horrors.
my friend did an expert job of voicing the
extra-terrestrial carnivorous monster plant.
it was good.
i like to associate with talented folks.
now don't get me wrong-
i don't have anything specifically against the untalented.
i just exercise my right not to hang out with 'em.
i mean,
just be dope, y'know?
the individual determines their own worthiness an' that.
it's what you do that creates value and virtue.
those lightning-striking qualities of move-making,
and by-force time-taking are what i want,
what i need,
and what i've got to have.
lucky,
there are some fresh mutha-lickers who get it gettin' at it
nearby enough for me and mine
to have a company of companions keep us company.
a troupe of theatrical castmembers here to help us out.
sometimes, literally, even.
i'm pretty psyched to know the ninjas i know,
and to get to get proactive in my participation
in the worthy, well-meaning deeds and feats they feature in.
it's happening.
misery, happiness, love, and company;
never quiet, never soft.....