After the rain

This, again, is the wide gutter that runs across the front of three brownstones. Mine in the middle, two neighbours. At least one inhabited by a raccoon. The only drainage is a little opening to the right of my terrace, on the edge. The daily downpours have left my moat brimming every time. I like it - it's pretty. But I also have to poke a stick into the opening to get water going again. This involves climbing onto my barbecue/braai - a broad copper bowl with grid, on legs, and leaning precariously over the fig tree. I wish this building had a super in more than name alone.

Vince will teach me to fold a little paper boat for the moat. He taught me once, over Skype, but there is no way I will remember how, again.

This water looks so clean. I caught rainwater, all of an inch, in one of my Woodstock glasses and drank it this morning. Acid rain or not, it made me feel lighter.

I was waiting for it, because it was the right time of day, with the sun hitting from the west...a faint rainbow for a few minutes, around 7pm.

Seconds after the tropically heavy rain had stopped, some critters came out and went about their business on the terrace.

Every evening this spider weaves a web on the right side of the terrace, between the New Dawn on high and the heirloom mini tomatoes on the BBQ (which have to be moved when I unblock the gutter).

A pretty-antennaed beetle, marching along a lily stem.

A tired fly...

The best view of the turkscap-style lilies: Seafarer.

This fig crop - technically the second one, the first lot fell off - maturing.

Miniature green tomatoes.

Clearing up. Sun forecast tomorrow.