Bright beads of rain sprinkled down yesterday morning, covering the leaves with fat silver droplets.
Each globe of water – a little world spinning in its own galaxy.
Some of the drops teeter towards the edge of the leaf, but hold fast.
A special gravitational force field keeping them suspended.
Completely wonderous this world of water. All the living things in the garden swallowing every last drop. Here the Pride of Madeira continues her purple show.
One stalk competes for attention in its own way.
Buck ventured out, but no further than the porch.
Wyatt has no use for rain and stayed inside.
Here below is the picture I didn’t take of the youngest member of the cat posse, strolling inside soaking wet after being out all morning. Walking, not running through the cat door, smelling of grass and spring. Trailing water, and dirt, and leaves across the kitchen floor. Ignoring my cries of protest when she jumped on the couch and shook herself off like a big dog. Jumping off again when I approached with a towel. All that water clinging to the top layer of her long fur.
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