Rudolf DieselThis entry isn’t supposed to have a point. It is just some random thoughts I was having while walking home from the grocery store this morning. Thoughts about how nice it was to see moist ground after a dry winter.

The moisture had lured a fair amount of school kids outside and I remember thinking how nice that was, too. I walked past a sparrow-laden shrub and they flew to other perches a couple of feet away to avoid me. One of them looked me in the eye, slightly irritated, before rejoining the others in their mad, chirping scramble.

But now that I’m home, those random thoughts have evaporated. I got as far as my thoughts about the rain and began thinking about being in the rain yesterday. And now, I can’t even remember if I was thinking about this on my walk!

Yesterday, we joined a group of earnest Biodiesel enthusiasts to celebrate the opening of a biodiesel coop and honor the inventor of the diesel engine, Rudolph, on his 148th birthday. The air was charged with good energy. How earnest everyone looked as they eagerly shared biodiesel lore while standing outside with their grilled bratwursts and veggie burgers. The strong aromas of mustard and sauerkraut came and went as people moved around.

And then it started to rain but hardly anyone went inside. By then, the conversations had deepened to the point that no one wanted to interrupt the flow of thought by moving towards the garage. They pulled up their hoods and kept talking.

By Camille Armantrout

Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.