We woke up to a gentle light pittter patter on the windows. It was raining ever so slowly, but I could feel the earth sighing a breath of relief. It stopped for a time, but restarted in the evening, gentle as ever. The best kind of rain. Quenching the earth without disturbing the parched plants. Hallelujah.
It had rained a bit yesterday afternoon, too, yet nothing had been forecast. If what they say is right, on Friday we'll have a gale with lots of rain and wind. I hope the fruit sets beforehand. Until then, we'll take the gentle soaking and replenishing of the barrels and pond.
A tropical storm, the first of the 2020 season has formed off the Florida coast and is heading for North Carolina, then Bermuda. I hope it stays away from all the small boats returning from the Caribbean in this crazy coronavirus-infested time. I've spent much time on the phone and internet with reporters and documentary makers after being interviewed by the BBC and quoted in the Guardian. Hopefully, I've done my small part in helping people stay safe on their small yachts on that big ocean. Fair winds to all, including us. An island is, after all, not unlike a boat when a storm hits.
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