There’s Got to Be a Little Rain Sometimes
The whole barnyard was flooded. Little Nonsense forgot what he was doing. He
made a harness and used it to hitch his mother to a small boat. He gave Bitsie his glass
He thought about the man who lived alone in the mountain country. He wondered,
“May I plant a garden of my own?”
But there was too much water. Way too much water.
“My this is a wet day,” said Bitsie, holding her tight little buds in check. “Many are
the days that have fallen sunless, but few so very very wet,” continued Bitsie. “I think I’ll
try to peel off some of the sun from the roof of Papa and place it on the apex of my
being,” continued Bitsie. “I’ll call it ‘Hair,'” continued and continued Bitsie, proud of her
father’s terrible absence.
“I think I’ll just let her play with my beautiful tail,” thought Little Nonsense. But
Bitsie was all done with the weather and not about to frolic in such a wet garden.
Little Nonsense watched her with his glass eye.
It was a trick and it worked, but it was also work and it tricked him. Nonsense took
an early retirement. Nonsense released his mother from the small boat of her self-inflicted
“May I plant a small garden of my own?” he still wondered.
But with his mother out of the way, Bitsie was watching him too closely.
He watched back.
The whole barnyard watched them watching.
The sun came out and started coloring the barnyard.
“I think I’ll call it, ‘Marriage,'” continued and continued Bitsie, growing prouder
and prouder of her new husband’s terrible absence. Which confused Little Nonsense
terribly as he watched her blushing while she prepared the bed.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.