We had rain here last week. Nothing like the rain the poor people back east have been through — no hurricanes, just a nice cleansing rain, washing off the accumulated dust of summer and early fall. Right now everything smells like heaven must smell. The colors are brighter and all the folks with allergies can breathe for a day or two.
There’s something about the look and feel of the world after an early autumn rain that seems less like the ending of things and more like the beginning.
“Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.” ~~ Henry David Thoreau
And speaking of new beginnings, there’s a new bed in Ray’s Garden – winter vegetables — garlic and cauliflower and kale. They don’t look like much right now …
…but there’s that whole ‘promise of things to come’ look about them. With our mild winters here, these little babies should have plenty of time to mature and provide good tastes and nourishment on the table. And small as they are, they too looked beautiful after the rain. Just take a minute to drink in the incredible range of colors here — green and blue and purple — all sparkling with the left-behind rain-drops.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~Langston Hughes