A soft summer rain had been falling all day today. Well, of course, wimbeldon starts next week! There is something special about rain that allows you access to the garden - scents and colours are intensified by the moisture - tiny details, such as the droplets upon petals, attract the eye. The musk from the new flowers on my rambling rector was heady, and the sky was a lambent dove grey.
I take such sweetness as a gift, and of hope that there are tomorrows in which my girls and I will live in fullness.
No comments:
Post a Comment