Through The Garden Gate

Rain today.

It makes for happy flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nesting Day

It's a dark and dreary Monday to start off our week.

Rainfall is expected throughout the day, and the songbirds have taken to their nests.

The candles are glowing, and the unmistakable aroma of simmering meatloaf fills the kitchen.

Two portly kitties are curled up in the chairs, and the house has fallen eerily silent.

 

🏠

 

View From My Window

Thunder clouds are forming overhead, we welcome any rain.
Summer flowers are limp on the vine.
Today a possum, a raccoon, a groundhog, wild turkeys and deer pass through, all searching for a place  to quench their thirst.
The fruit from the neighbor's pear tree seems to satisfy their needs.

 

 

  

And The Rains Came

Mother Nature sent rain today.

Buckets full, with the odd peeking of the sun in between, enticing you into the garden with the hope of getting those much needed chores done.

Just in time for the beginning of the annual County fair, it always seems so.
Three days of continuous rain, for which we are grateful, even if her timing is a bit off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

A break in the heat
away from the front
no thunder, no lightning,
just rain, warm rain
falling near dusk
falling on eager ground
steaming blacktop
hungry plants
thirsty
turning toward the clouds
cooling, soothing rain
splashing in sudden puddles
catching in open screens
that certain smell
of summer rain

~ Summer Rain : Raymond A Foss

 

Summer Rain

We had rain today, a gentle-falling rain, the kind where you can use an umbrella without fear of it being turned inside out.

If you listened carefully you could hear the trees and flowers, heaving a big sigh of relief, their roots and foliage drinking in every last drop of moisture.

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

Summer Rain

We had a late afternoon rain, an unexpected thunder storm that popped up out of nowhere.
It didn't last long, a mere thirty minutes, but ooh was it a welcomed sight.
If you listened carefully you could hear the trees and flowers, heaving a big sigh of relief, their roots and foliage drinking in every last drop of moisture.
The temperatures fell, and for the first time in several weeks we enjoyed a tolerable 81degrees.
How lovely is that !

How beautiful is the rain!

After the dust and heat,

In the broad and fiery street,

In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,

Like the tramp of hoofs

How it gushes and struggles out

From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane

It pours and pours;

And swift and wide,

With a muddy tide,

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Summer Rain

We had rain today, a gentle-falling rain, the kind where you can use an umbrella without fear of it being turned inside out.
If you listened carefully you could hear the trees and flowers, heaving a big sigh of relief, their roots and foliage drinking in every last drop of moisture.
The temperatures fell, and for the first time in several weeks we are enjoying a tolerable 75 degrees.
How lovely is this....

 

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How beautiful is the rain!

After the dust and heat,

 In the broad and fiery street,

 In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,

 Like the tramp of hoofs,

 How it gushes and struggles out

 From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane

It pours and pours;

And swift and wide,

With a muddy tide,

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And The Rains Came

Mother Nature sent rain for our holiday weekend.

Buckets full, with the odd peeking of the sun in between, enticing you into the garden with the hope of getting those much needed chores done.

 

Four days of continuous rain, for which we are grateful, even if her timing is a bit off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A break in the heat
away from the front
no thunder, no lightning,
just rain, warm rain
falling near dusk
falling on eager ground
steaming blacktop
hungry plants
thirsty
turning toward the clouds
cooling, soothing rain
splashing in sudden puddles
catching in open screens
that certain smell
of summer rain

~ Summer Rain : Raymond A Foss

Wellies Mandatory

Another day, and more rain.....

Lots of rain, where is it all coming from ?

Three weeks of drought, and now non-stop rain.

Heavy rain, the kind of rain, where an umbrella is nothing more than a nuisance.

The rain gauge spilled out of it's measure, not once but twice, eight inches of rain overnight

Oliver takes advantage of the sunshine in between thunderstorms.

Summer Rain

We had rain last night, an unexpected thunder storm that popped up out of nowhere.
It didn't last long, a mere thirty minutes, but ooh was it a welcomed sight.
If you listened carefully you could hear the trees and flowers, heaving a big sigh of relief, their roots and foliage drinking in every last drop of moisture.
The temperatures fell, and for the first time in several weeks we enjoyed a tolerable 81degrees.

How lovely is that !

How beautiful is the rain!

After the dust and heat,

In the broad and fiery street,

In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,

Like the tramp of hoofs

How it gushes and struggles out

From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane

It pours and pours;

And swift and wide,

With a muddy tide,

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Summer Rain

We had rain today, a gentle-falling rain, the kind where you can use an umbrella without fear of it being turned inside out.
If you listened carefully you could hear the trees and flowers, heaving a big sigh of relief, their roots and foliage drinking in every last drop of moisture.
The temperatures fell, and for the first time in several weeks we enjoyed a tolerable 81degrees.
Oh, how I love days such as this.

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow