Saturday, May 17, 2008
Well, Dear Reader, It's true. While I love the sound of rain, I don't like the way it inhibits plans. Like today. The gutters needed cleaning, weeds pulled, the breezeway, my refuge, readied for summer things.
But it rained. Oh, I got some of it done with the help of Matthew, my 19 year old summer help. The breeazeway is scrubbed shiny, the rattan rocker placed on the north side of the porch so that it can catch the very edge of the sun as it sets. And I picked some flowers. Fresh dogwood sits on the kitchen island, raindrops glistening on its pedals.
The rest will have to wait. The rain wins.