Day Thirty-Seven

My cat woke me up at three in the morning.  

I spent the day preparing the house for the visitor who would come for the week.  When the house was clean I began to plan dinner.  Outside the landlord burned a great pile of weeds.

The sun came out of the clouds and began to dry my clothes on the line.  The rosebush was almost empty of roses, but beside the water barrel a little bush of white flowers opened a few fragrant blossoms.

My visitor never arrived, she was placed at another house.