As long as our storms are sans lightning and thunder, I love the rain. A little thunder and I head for the closet.
I love the sound of rain though – the harder the better, and the sweet clean scents afterward, and the way plants perk up so happily refreshed.
Our Hosta in the front garden has grown to enormous proportions the way certain things do around here in rural Virginia.
Due to black thumbs, if we plant something, our expectations are minimal. We expect an early demise. But if it surprises us and actually lives, we know it will grow by mega leaps and never stop.
Jack of the Bean Stalk would feel right at home here, and I’m sure he was observing when we had to climb a step ladder to trim a little burning bush that had grown so tall we couldn’t see the top anymore.
And now the Hosta (which lives right next to that gargantuan Rhododendron) is the size of a Volkswagon! Well yes, the Hosta does need dividing – someday.
Her leaves are REALLY big and catch the raindrops for a sparkly show even when the rain has stopped.
I am experimenting again with a free online photo editing program. It wasn’t really raining but I tried that effect and the caption was added that way too.
The raindrops are real though.
More storms expected tonight or tomorrow to keep my world emerald green.
I love the rain.
Don’t you?
Virginia Views 