It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring
Bumped his head on the top of the bead
The old man is snoring
Bumped his head on the top of the bead
And couldn't get up in the morning
[blurry pic of Heuchera 'Plum Royale' gleaming in evening rain]
Yes! We have rain and I am so happy to see it. As I look at the fragile, hopeful chartreuse blush of the trees, I am chanting, “Please rain, please rain”. The trees in our city are terribly drought-stressed, the soil is so dry that the earth is contracting around peoples homes, causing the foundations to shift. Every day when I cross the river valley on my morning commute, I wince when I see the haggard trees on the south-facing bank that just aren’t even able to put out more than a few leaf buds this year. We have already been deep soaking our mature trees. But there is nothing like dear Mother Nature sending steady rains our way to sweeten the earth. I love the sound of it on the roof when I am in bed at night and the smell of it in the morning air.
Mother Nature, rain down on me. I’ll put on my dancing shoes.
A beautiful song from Canadian band Blue Rodeo's 1992 album Lost Together.
