Elizabeth James

@lizijames.bsky.social

I like books, but not just any books. Tend the soil & forget the oil. I eschew disregard of the shared path etiquette. One of the only me.

Last night, instead of what I usually read, I chose Ray Bradbury's story, Soft Rains Will Come, set on what is now yesterday's date. Written in the 50s today felt a long time away. And when I read it, last night, it put me in a time-less place. Stories that want to be written are most affecting.

Soft Rains Day. "Today is August 4, 2026, in the city of Allendale, California. Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills." RIP Ray Bradbury, 1920-2012

There Will Come Soft Rains
By: Ray Bradbury

In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o 'clock! as if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!
In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunny side up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and two
cool glasses of milk.
"Today is August 4, 2026," said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, "in the city of Allendale, California." It repeated the date three times for memory's sake.
"Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills."

Source:
https://www.btboces.org/Downloads/7_There%20Will%20Come%20Soft%20Rains%20by%20Ray%20Bradbury.pdf

People get all riled up & offended when you call their favorite wildflowers weeds, but there are many definitions of the word weed. People will ask "Is it a weed or a wildflower" but those aren't mutually exclusive terms by any standards. Asiatic dayflower is a weed by many standards, however.

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Alison Cook@alisoncook.bsky.social · 2d ago

I love these so much and get riled when people call them weeds. I give them a whole pot to themselves and let them volunteer in various beds and potted plants.

At my age you are expected to say that everything good is disappearing and everything bad is getting worse. But it’s so dispiriting to look around the world and to see leaders apparently on a crusade to make this true.