I awoke to the rain pounding down again. We’re getting some good rain in these parts. And I’m ever so thankful for it.
The gazing balls are washed clean of dirt during the rain. They shine like they’ve been polished.
Raindrops fall and you see the blooms bounce, as though they’ve been suddenly and unexpectedly kissed.
Rusty has been moved over to be the sentinel of the shade garden area. I keep thinking that the expression on his face just looks baffled, as though he’s been told something that doesn’t quite make sense!
The vines are climbing. The plants are becoming more lush by the day. The birds are chirping in the trees.
Where do you think birds go when it rains? Do they just sit in the trees and get wet?
Look how big the climbing Hyacinth Bean vine leaves are getting as it edges up toward the colorful sun.
I’ve got lots of ideas, but per usual, I will decide as I go what will happen next.
Have a wonderful Sunday!