The sky is flat and gray and skims the trees like a low-hanging roof. After sheets of rain flattened us earlier, we and the nearly-finished gardens wait for more rain, and seeds yet unsown sit piled on the dining room table.
The almost comical regret and sorrow I felt yesterday centered around a lack of flaked coconut in the cupboards. Today would be a perfect day to warm the house by making a German chocolate cake, but just like last year, we have no flaked coconut in the house. Unlike past years, we won't settle for making a spice cake, instead.
The Reason for cake-making on June 8th has flown.
We miss you, Dad.
Happy birthday.
