It's been baking hot these past few days. So when the skies opened up I strolled around the front-yard at a leisurely pace almost hearing my plants breathe a collective sigh of oxygenated relief! Then thunder rolled! I saw my neighbour, feet bare, doing the same. We laughed, a kindred spirit kind of laugh and she said something but the rainwater falling into my huge plastic container and the sound of thunder drowned our voices. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter at all! The rain lasted for only 10 minutes or so.I was in the middle of cooking lunch but I went back outside to draw in lungfuls of the heavenly smell of Mother Earth after the rain. Even after my work was over the faint whiff lingered and wafted around filling up my senses........
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau