It's a nice day to be inside, reading a book, or writing a blog. It's an even better day to be outside playing in the running riverlets (I think I made that word up), in the driveway. A shovel, boots and soon to be wet and cold garden gloves.
I love the rain.
Today it will wash all the salt and debris from the paved roads. It will flow in the ditches and across the fields (into the ditches). It will give sustenance to the new young plants in the fields, forests, gardens and lawns and it will remove the ice cap from the smaller ponds. The geese and ducks arriving from the south, and the sandhill cranes and the blue herons will find fields ready for planting with new shoots from last year's crops coming up. Such delicacies and so very necessary for their journeys. The rain will wash us clean from the long and hard winter. It will invigorate us and will give us all hope that winter has said it's final goodbye.
Did I say, I love the rain?
I wanted to mop the floors today, but will need to wait until night. The rain will be the glueing agent for boots and dog paws, that will hold only so long as they can reach the kitchen floor, then drop the precious mud and detritus on the wood and linoleum. A fickle glue at best, but enough to make it messy in the house. I will see worse, I imagine. Maybe I should open the doors and windows and let the rain come in to wash away the winter that still exists in my house - the close air from closed windows and heated rooms. What fun that would be. But alas, my piano would suffer dearly and the wood floors would curl up and get moldy. They are afraid of rain. But not me. Did I tell you...
I love the Rain !
Peace!
Lily and Dragn Rock Farm
