Yes, the beautiful sun has gone and the sky has turned gray and thunder announces itself from a distance. My last dog, Mandy, who was afraid of storms, would quickly run out and do her business then return to her safe home when a storm was on the way. Maggie, the new addition, finds the thunder interesting. The arrival of rain droplets brings her a new joy – much like a new toy or game. And, while I am trying to get her to return to the house so I can get back to work, she lingers in the soft rain enjoying the moment for what it is. I stopped and found myself doing the same. The smell was wonderful!
I did manage to get out this morning and mow the front yard before the rain began. I did the back yard yesterday afternoon, thinking that the rain might start before dawn today. The grass is not up high, but the leaves that were left from last fall needed to be mulched and sucked up for the compost pile, and to allow the rain and sun to get to the grass. There is thatching to be done in the front as well, but that will have to wait for another day.
So much work to do outside, but I seem to really be enjoying the process. I have gotten much more done than usual, primarily because Maggie wants to go out and run, and I pick up branches and sticks while out with her. With over 30 mature trees on my (almost) acre lot, there is much to pick up.
This morning, before the storm, workers from the electric company climbed the pole behind my house and turned off my power. It would have been nice if they had told me first (ugh!) Anyway, for another moment I was reminded of what a slave to electricity I have become – especially in my home office. So much on which to still work.
Today, gray skies be damned, I will enjoy the soft rain (until the expected severe storm arrives) and be grateful for its cleansing, and, hope for the sun to return tomorrow.