Winter patio tales. It rained all through the night…
…and left tiny goblets of water on every leaf and petal.
Up on the hill the trees shook the water from their limbs. And stretched.
The lone rose dipped and swayed under the weight of so much water.
The Burmese honeysuckle wound herself tighter around the post.
While the rain fell I stayed indoors sifting through wallpaper. Sort of mesmerized by all the floral sprays.
such lovely blooms & sunshine. Here in Ohio it’s gray & snowy, and a balmy 37 degrees…(sigh) Warm raindrops are far away into the future for us…
How do you get the succulents to grow on top of the gate in such an uniform manner! My succulents start out tiny and neat, and within a few months grow into huge adolescents, breaking through the brick patio and sending voracious roots into nearby delicate Italian pottery. I am inspired to compose a poem!
“To water, or not to water, that is the question! Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of water bills, or to take up arms against a drought of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: not on my dime; to sleep: that’s okay as long the blooms show up on time; No more!
And by a sleep to say we end the flippin heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to when the blooms fail to appear as promised by the Ever-Bloomin’ brand now sold at Home Despot;
Consummation; Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; Arghghgh I canna make up my mind!
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub….and it hurts;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s something or other,
The pangs of despised love as seen on Twilight, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself has no idea what he has saidth or doneth which has giventh such a mighty thrustest of nothingness,
Spare not the whip or oar…..
to be cont’d.
Shakespeare is such a burden to re-write, I had to take a Martini break:)
I don’t think I would ever leave that patio!
Your home – nirvana!!
Rain? *Jealous Wreck, says the desert dweller*
I love your travel posts, but this patio?….must be hard to leave such a Heavenly Nest.
The patio is so lovely now. How wonderful for you
I, too, live vicariously on your beautiful patio! (It seems to be getting quite crowded with interlopers, I hope you don’t mind!)
you have the most amazingly beautiful patio. I want to vacation there. Its been so long since we had any rain that I’ve forgotten what it’s like. Thanks for the beautiful reminder. I wish I could smell it all through the computer!
Every bit looks so happy, refreshed and sparkly clean.
barbara thats my water fall/fountain. the water comes down those rocks into a pool below. i do have a fire hearth to the right of that on the other wall, away from the house :-))
Lovely shots of your simpatico patio!
Aaa…the rain. Free money as far as I’m concerned.
your rain looks so pretty!
Your patio is delicious! I live in it vicariously through your blog posts! Is that a fireplace that was bricked-in? Or a space that was made to look like a bricked-in fireplace? I’m asking because I can’t put a fireplace on my patio because of placement to eaves and trees and other flammable things, but I might do a faux bricked-in fireplace….just thinking…..
We’ve been having rain too – but on top of the snow, it is not a pretty sight. Makes for very slippery getting around.
Your patio, on the other hand, looks a lot like summer to me.