After the Rain

2 May, 2026

Finally, the sun showed its face after a week of steady, dripping rain.

I made the most of it, trying to wash as many clothes as possible and hang them outside to dry. One batch after another—usually, by the time I finished the second load, the first was already dry.

In that short span of time, I noticed something unexpected. The vine by the fence had already climbed to the top of the clothes hanger I had left there.

I was surprised by its strength. We had cut it back before to stop it from coming this way, and it seemed to have nowhere left to go. Yet today, it found a path—and so quickly.

I moved the hanger away and gently guided what was left of the vine back onto the fence.

All the best, mate. I admire you.