Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A Spring Rain

"I hear leaves drinking rain;
   I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
   Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near." 

After the sunshine holydays of last weekend, the rain is here again.  Living in the PNW, this is really no big shocka, even for June.  Personally, I sort of like it--a little of this, a little of that--our weather is predictable in its unpredictability.  And my plants are loving it! Everything is getting HUGE in the garden.  I walked around yesterday and marveled at the size of things.  Irises from my dad and Tina's place are blooming, purple and yellow, and their smell reminds me of childhood memories when everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.  (can you name that tune? haha) The valley is green and full of lushness with scrambling vines and grassy pastures and leafed out trees.  Oh, how I love this time of year.  It makes me want to bake pies and drink lemonade out of jars and have picnics and read poems. And I have the rain to thank for it. 

"And when the Sun comes out,
   After this rain shall stop,
A wondrous light will fill
   Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight."
   --W.H. Davies

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