It's the last Friday in August, another cool and rainy day. I love to listen to the sound of the rain as it hits the trees, bounces off the leaves and falls to the ground or splashes into the lake. The rush and gurgle as it accumulates in the gutters and races toward the culverts, falling to the pipes below. Rainy days are their own miracle--ask anyone who lives in drought. The plants perk up, drawing in the last bits of energy before they grow dormant for the winter. Some people view rain as sadness. But I see the joy in it. The refreshing feel of cool water on your skin. The bright colors of rubber boots and fanciful umbrellas.
So, what if it's extra work getting mud off the dogs' feet. I'm warm and dry, sipping tea and marveling at the nature just outside my window. Happy Friday everyone.