We finally got that rain they’ve been talking about—20% here, 50% there. It poured long and loud last night, with claps of thunder, and bolts of lightening so close it was as if the paparazzi was right outside my window.
Now all that’s left is the calm.
The skies are still, the air clean and crisp, and birds, singing their morning song, mask the hum of the morning commute. It’s a glimpse of perfection, right in my own backyard.
Of course, I had fully intended to weed for all I’m worth this morning–I psyched myself up and everything. I was ready to go. But, alas, it’s much too muddy. Hmmm… pity. Guess I’ll just have to keep the candles lit, listen to Classic FM from the Netherlands, and get some stuff done indoors.
With that, happy Tuesday dear readers … may it overflow with the simple pleasures of life…