Is that the sound of a shovel, scraping away at the earth? Is someone looking for lost treasure or are they digging a grave. There could be so many possibilities.

I could be listening to the start of a garden, or the search for a pipe. In this heat it means sweat! Maybe they are looking for water, not likely, we’re in town.

Perhaps they are filling in the potholes in the road. God knows it needs it! The lime they put down gets washed away leaving an obstacle course. Vehicle suspensions don’t last long here. Especially with the speed bumps.

I hope it’s a garden. I love the green, the boisterous, riotous green. In all its shades and hues. The shapes of the leaves, the size of the trunks and the fruit that is borne on them! I come from drought and brown. Golden fields of wheat lying on the ground, or sage brush that has some how managed to stay alive with minimal to no water.

Here the life shoots out of the ground. Things grow overnight! That’s what happens with deluges hitting the ground on a regular basis.

The fruit that grows, along with the vegetables. Come to think about it, I think that I will have a cucumber salad.