It's amazing how rain intensifies the musky smells of earth and plants. Today on our walk in the woods, the air was laden with the scent of fir and rotting leaves and dirt. Little wrens were chirping with delight...finally able to have a shower! Fishtrap creek is starting to run faster and soon Baron's swimming hole will be deep enough for him to really swim again, instead of just wading around.
I need to stop gardening for awhile. I'm ready to curl up with a good book (just read the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel...wonderful!) and a cup of Earl Grey tea...ready to make some cold-weather comfort food like beef stew and split pea soup...ready for cobalt-grey skies and mud puddles with leaves floating on them, and the reflection of street lights glimmering in them as though they were neon.
I'm ready for rain.