what follows the rain

Yesterday was one of gloom and rain outside; we did need rain though as I couldn't recall that last good soaking we've had. This morning I was up at six to see the sun shining and the whole lawn aglitter with the drops on the grass. The veggies seem to be faring well and appreciated their drink too. With the gravel almost complete (so close! I used 1 cubic yard and probably 1.2 would have finished it perfectly), this week I turn my attention to the weed-choked flower gardens.

And while very mundane, it's rather amusing that I can wash clothes but not dry them on the line. D was mowing the lawn on Saturday with the tractor, the bucket up so as not to hit the buildings, carefully watching to make sure said buildings didn't' get hurt, and then - TWANG - snapped the clothesline with the bucket. I ran around at the sound to see a rather sheepish-looking D picking up the wire and pulley, and we both had a good laugh about it. It's good to know I'm not the only one who does things like that.

On to a day of study group, meetings, phone calls, sleepovers, and NO SCHOOL!!! I do like summer and I think I look forward to a break almost as much as the girls do.

Sunshine after a rainy day seems especially brilliant and fresh, even while traces of the rainy day remain. But that's getting philosophical.