Fallen glories.
Just another droplet on the dill weed.
Holding on tight.
Beaded beauty.
Red berries.
Creamy honeysuckle. (Click on this to see the tiny hairs on the flowers.)
On the leaves of a smoke tree.
Freshly washed.
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
After the rain
I awoke yesterday morning in Strathcona to the sound of a pounding rainstorm. We went out, once it had exhausted itself, to a drippy world ...
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Your posts always give me a sense of calm if I'm having a stressful day. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteBut oh, did we need that rain! My garden is just sucking up all that glorious moisture (and I'm not having to stand at the other end of a hose). - Margy
ReplyDeleteMargy; yes, the plants here are stretching out, turning green again. It's about time it rained!
ReplyDeleteFoo; What a nice thing to say! Made my day.