Lulled by the Rain

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Langston Hughes

Rain has returned to Central Texas. After months of drought and knowing a lit match tossed carelessly to the ground might cause the entire region to succumb to flames, the haunting ruse of a landscape lost has expired.

Even though the flow of the hose or use of the sprinkler once a week kept my plants clinging to life, nothing compares to the fall of a few day's rain to bring them back to life.

Everywhere the flowers bloom. Lantana, Mexican heather, plumbago, zinnias, and more. My warm weather plants are putting out that last effort before winter's rise. Adds such beauty into the world compared to the dried up death of our rainless, hot summer.


As many of you enjoy the colors of fall, we wait. The green of summer reactivated before the bulk of our deciduous trees change in December. I don't mind the wait. My tomatoes, planted a couple of weeks ago, gained great height in the rainy, cooler weather. Tomorrow I hope for a blossom.

And a better post.

Even the cat had nothing to offer today. No lizards. No roll in the dust. Nothing.

My poor impatiens finally get to bloom and not just survive.

Mushrooms growing on one of my trees.

Go buy some pansies, Julie. Leave me alone.