Last night we had lovely gentle showers after weeks of little or no moisture and one of the driest springs on record. The gardens soaked it up and the world feels fresh and new this morning. We are grateful.
“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire….”
Sara Teasdale