April Showers

Gracious.

It's only April 2nd, and it did rain last night!! How beautiful is the rain, even when we cannot hear it. Our house is too sound and the rain comes from the wrong direction, so we almost never do hear the rain, unless we're in the living room where we can sometimes hear it beating on the vinyl roof of the patio.

But it almost always rains in the night, and it is not heard in our bed.  I saw it in the morning when I got up, looking out the kitchen window into the cloudy grey morning and the wet driveway and street.  Here, it rains "at night," by which I mean, from about three until five or six in the morning.  Strange.  But it did rain, and the early morning when we had to go out earlier than usual to go to the doctor, was fresh and sweet.

I forgot to mention some flowers that are growing in front of the house. They are growing in their nursery pots, crammed into a big earthen bowl by the front door...they are a mallow and a trichostema, two wild flowers; and a sticks of fire and a Cleveland sage.  So far, they are all smallish and go well together in the big bowl.  I moved them all from their former perches where they were just sitting around, and lo! the apricot mallow put out a beautiful apricot-colored blossom and promised another, and the trichostema lanata proved its common wildflower name, Wooley Blue Curls, by putting out two complex blossoms of vivid blue.  Cleveland sage has yet to bloom, but will make a complicated flower of lavendar blue when it does; it smells so good that I don't even care whether it flowers or not. And the sticks of fire burns steadily on with the reds and oranges of winter, strange plant that it is.

I watered them all using a tomato juice can; they benefitted not from the showers of the early a.m., but seem happy for now as is.  Me too. 

 YAZZYBEL