Even the Air

Even the air wanted to hold onto the rain that fell overnight, embracing it after so many days without rain.

So when I looked outside this morning and saw the flog, I quickly got dressed and headed out to snap a few pictures and check the rain gauge.

1.3 inches.

A most welcome rainfall.

And enough of a fog to hide the houses of the neighbors, to make it look like I live way out in the middle of nowhere, for at least an hour or so.

The other thing I noticed while running around in the fog is that as leaves turn colors, weedy trees, like this mulberry, stand out.

So this morning I’ll try my best to dig them out or at least cut them off, and hope they don’t return in the spring.

I’ll get a bit wet doing it, but that’s okay. We need the rain, so we can’t complain about the rain. Or about getting wet in the rain.

Or about colchicums beat down by the rain.

By this afternoon, they might be standing tall again. Or they might be deciding they are done for the season.

After all, we have another big weather event to look forward to.

The first frost.

But it looks like it isn’t arriving for at least a few more weeks, so I say to the colchicums, “Cheer up, we got some rain, the frost is far enough away that you can bloom just a while longer.”

And I can cheer up, too, because we got some rain. Blessed rain.

Thanks as always for reading to the end!