May 14, 2015

Between the Storms




The light is a bit other-worldly in the garden recently. The last remains of oak pollen have been washed away by multiple rain showers and the air is pure and clean, scented with jasmine.  Between the storms are opportunities to catch glimpses of magical light and the imagination lingers on what it might be like to live in a place with reliable and abundant rain.  A place lush and green.  This spring the mind doesn't have to wander far; not any farther than the back door.