Rest on the porch again with me. I got caught in the rain on the way to the beach. I keep you company as you wake up. But then, I make a bet that the sun will come out and take you into the forgotten vegetable /herb corner of my garden. Relax. Take a minute. See if I get rained on again. I discuss nothing in particular about a piece of art I have a crush on, my fig tree, and the request I got for more memories/fantasies. Let’s sit and see what the rain decides to do. This isn't quite SFW but it's pretty tame.

For reference, the statue I talk about is “The Solitude of the Soul” by Lorado Taft (Link)

Betting Against The Rain

— Kettle 🫖 😘