We step outside, coffee in hand, to see what the storm has brought us.
The Ferns have unfurled their fronds, to drink it in.
The Ivy feels energized and ready for a day of spreading out its trailing fingers.
The Maple is grateful. It knows the rain will help it grow tall and strong.
Thankfully, the Crepe Myrtle has plenty of frilly petals…
because many have been strewn across the lawn, like faerie confetti.
This prettily blooming weed is thrilled that we have yet to pluck her from the ground and is happy for the rain. For now, she can spend the day making more lovely little blooms to ensure her a place among the garden flowers.
The Roses drink deeply of the rain sodden soil, ready to burst forth in glory once again.
The Lambs Ears take it all in stride. Regardless that they may look like a pack of wet puppies for the moment, they know how much we adore them.
And speaking of…
The Old Beast loves it when Mother Nature blows fresh, new scents in on the breeze, just for her to sniff.