It rained last night. I slept right through it, but I see that the cement is wet on the patio and water is on the plant leaves. So it must have been a soft and gentle rain.
Mother Nature gave some rain love to my garden last night, for which I am thankful.
The plants react more positively to rain than to plain tap water.
I yearn for the nights when I will fall asleep to rain and thunder. Because I love thunderstorms.
We’re in that season, so the storms should be more notable soon. Of course that also means tornado season in my neck of the woods.
I haven’t heard the duck this morning, so maybe it got its problem sorted out.
One of you let me know that the photo I showed was of a duck, but the one in the pool was a swan. And asked if I saw another duck anywhere around.
No, and I was looking for them. It that’s the case, maybe that’s what the duck was squawking about. Perhaps it lost its buddies somehow.
The hostas are growing rapidly. By next week I expect to see them sprawled out across the blue raised bed.
There are four hosta plants, so that should take up a good amount of room.
I love to photograph rain dripping off trees and plants. The texture is just so beautiful.