It is raining. Our parched state is finally receiving some blessed rain from above and my garden couldn’t be happier. As everyone knows, I don’t like the colder seasons and whinge and complain for months on end until the sun starts warming the earth again and I can get out of the dreaded jeans and pants (I am a skirt girl). However, I do love the rain and how it freshens everything up and makes the plants blossom and bloom and stand tall. I love the sound of rain on the roof, especially when I’m tucked up in bed. This morning I slept in, yet again, when I had promised to get up early and make the most of the day, and listened to the lovely gentle rain, watering my garden for me and making everything clean and bright.
So while drag myself out of bed and make plans for the day, my garden is happily soaking up all the moisture it can get, blossoming and blooming in an explosion of colour, to celebrate the breaking of the “drought”. I’m just trying to wake up. I’ll leave the exhibitionism and beauty to the plants 🙂