It's nice how well I keep you informed of the day behind us -- Monday, it was Monday! Even as for me, the defining term that I think best described this day would be "stormy." A restless, stormy night, followed by a restless daybreak, followed by a stormy day.
The restless part? I blame Isis.
That sweet cat has to stop with the competition as to who will crow/meow first. He has been winning, by the way. Every morning. At five.
And no sooner does Ed do the rounds -- let out Isis, wait for him to want to reenter, feed him, let out chickens -- then the storms come. One after another. All morning long.
You could say I am the lucky one -- not doing animal duty, after all. But staying in bed, awake, feeling somewhat guilty for offloading all animal care isn't exactly delicious or relaxing. Especially as you listen to the world outside rumble and you imagine your garden flowers folding over and giving up for good.
When I finally come down to make breakfast, there is a lull in the air. One set of storms has passed, the next has not yet arrived. And so I take our meal out to the porch...
...only to hear the crash of thunder again.
It's not safe! Let's go back in!
You're kidding, right?
No, it's not safe!
I'm finishing my breakfast right here.
In the end, I go inside and open the window to the porch, so that we can continue our conversation -- Ed out there, me at the kitchen table. I have to admit, it seems silly on my part, but ask me how much I like being outside in storms! Oh, but why ask, you know the answer!
We do eventually have periods of calm.
The chickens come out of hiding (the barn is their safe haven) and indeed, push the boundaries of their farmette exploration...
Me, I barely go out. A few errands, a few quick runs through the garden...
(see the frog in the day lily?)
...then home to write.
But if you ask me if I like wet summer days, I'll say yes. Perhaps not every day, but still, I do. There is something so safe and precious about being inside when the rain comes down. Warm summer rain. It keeps the flowers and frogs happy. And that's a good thing.
The restless part? I blame Isis.
That sweet cat has to stop with the competition as to who will crow/meow first. He has been winning, by the way. Every morning. At five.
And no sooner does Ed do the rounds -- let out Isis, wait for him to want to reenter, feed him, let out chickens -- then the storms come. One after another. All morning long.
You could say I am the lucky one -- not doing animal duty, after all. But staying in bed, awake, feeling somewhat guilty for offloading all animal care isn't exactly delicious or relaxing. Especially as you listen to the world outside rumble and you imagine your garden flowers folding over and giving up for good.
When I finally come down to make breakfast, there is a lull in the air. One set of storms has passed, the next has not yet arrived. And so I take our meal out to the porch...
...only to hear the crash of thunder again.
It's not safe! Let's go back in!
You're kidding, right?
No, it's not safe!
I'm finishing my breakfast right here.
In the end, I go inside and open the window to the porch, so that we can continue our conversation -- Ed out there, me at the kitchen table. I have to admit, it seems silly on my part, but ask me how much I like being outside in storms! Oh, but why ask, you know the answer!
We do eventually have periods of calm.
The chickens come out of hiding (the barn is their safe haven) and indeed, push the boundaries of their farmette exploration...
Me, I barely go out. A few errands, a few quick runs through the garden...
(see the frog in the day lily?)
...then home to write.
But if you ask me if I like wet summer days, I'll say yes. Perhaps not every day, but still, I do. There is something so safe and precious about being inside when the rain comes down. Warm summer rain. It keeps the flowers and frogs happy. And that's a good thing.
This summer we have had a series of violent storms. Each spring I inspect the trees within reach of my home. During 2007 & 2008 we experienced severe drought, which has caught up with the trees. Because there are thousands of trees on my property, those that must come down because they might hit my home or block my driveway aren't even noticed.
ReplyDeleteI smiled to read your observations about rain. I've often thought that people might think me odd, but I love to be in my home when it rains. Because of the thick forest and lots of leafy trees, I often feel like I'm in a tree house - and when it rains, each time new shades of green are invented. I truly swoon with gratitude for the gigantic beauty that engulfs my tiny life.
Oh, very nice, Nina and Irene! I feel the same way and have been hoping for more rain this week so I can have that cozy feeling while I read and listen to the seashore sound of the trees. You've noticed how the wind comes in waves, and you can hear the next wave approach from afar.
ReplyDeleteFirst - Hi Reens!
ReplyDeleteSecond - Nina! I love to be in the house when it rains too, and I despise thunder storms. Paul will stay upstairs, near the roof! in a thunder storm and I'll take the dogs down to the basement with me and sit there til the last thunder clap is heard. They scare me to pieces.
But what I really like about a good rain is that someone else (Mother N) is out there watering the plants and not me!
I love that first photo, how it looks like a flood! We are overjoyed when we get rain here, and it cools down at least slightly for a couple of hours!
ReplyDeleteThose wet daylilies! I love the way the rain deepens colours. And makes an impressionist painting of your window. Here I could finally believe spring is near. The daffodils number in their hundreds (I count) and the air was mild when I walked late in the day. Jean
ReplyDeleteWe have much in common, not the least of which is that we all have a special fondness for rain! :)
ReplyDeleteFabulous liquid world in #1. Such a tiny frog in the day lily; or is the lily huge? Hoping against hope that we get some rain this winter.
ReplyDeleteLarge lily but also very tiny frog. They like to hang out in there. Must be easy to catch whatever flies in to feed!
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