The grossest thing that's happened to me since I moved to Bellingham was thinking that I was pulling the wet root of a plant and having a slug squish between my fingers. The slugs in this town are as big as Volkswagens. Look at the picture of the small one that I took tonight before my bike ride. It almost is almost five inches long.
But we did get some refreshing rain and I can easily see Bellingham sliding into autumn. Not just yet, but after a hot dry summer, I will welcome it. The city itself seems to sigh a breath of relief as the rain reinvigorates her and everything springs back to life.
Not much more to say. Gotta make some blackberry crisp.
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