I’ve been rather lucky with the rain, as of late. Two days in a row, I managed to get in a long hike, over seven miles on Sunday, and both days, there was rain before the trek — and after — but not during. So I got home, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and I notice a degree of activity going on with my neighbor’s trailer. “Dude, I need a hobby,” the Neighbor told me, “and I think I’ll start growing these houseplants.” Someone had just given him a birthday gift and adorned his trailer with a multitude of little green growing things. Ficus, ferns, ivy, tropical looking things, pretty yellow flowers. “You don’t need a hobby,” I told him, “you need a girlfriend.” “No,” was his response, “because you don’t go to jail for killing a plant.”