Last week began with more earthquakes, more liquefaction, more mess. We have learned how to deal with this situation and so we pick things up, clean up, and try to move on. The piles of sand and mud are collected that very evening by council trucks working long into the night.
Mud and muck is piled outside my back door. The cat walks through it and tracks mud through the house. I wipe the benches with paper towels, because the water supply is off for two days.
Last week Jon's dad passed away. It was unexpected and we grieve his loss.
Garden flowers are confused. Bulbs and spring-flowering shrubs are blooming. I wonder what will be left, come September.