The best thing is the kitchen door, leading to a small enclosed patio roofed by a young green tree. There are vines across the top of the fence, and on the other side a tree line like a windbreak separates me from a golf course. Yesterday was the first serious spring rain here, a downpour through the afternoon which sounded and smelled magnificent through an open kitchen door. I took the phone there so Elaine could listen to it.
1997.
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