It’s raining again, but I won’t complain. After about four years of drought a few years back, I don’t grumble when it rains….but it does make me wonder how far off spring is. The calendar says spring is only a week away, but still the rain spatters out there. Muddied waters roar down the creek. The river is running high. The birds scratch around on the ground and scout the corners under the porch roof for nest sites. Willa is looking rounder while munching on the green grass. Spring must not be far off.
I looked at my photos on the computer and came up with this photo of Kathy from last spring. It teases me into sitting at this computer to write while the rain comes down; letting the creative juices flow as heavily as this rain storm. At least all this rain means plenty of grass and wildflowers this year. It’s time to get them down on paper (err, computer).