One thinks of April as being the northern month of springtime rains, but here we are in the first week of May with nothing but rain in the forecast for the next whole week. So much for planned rambles in the woods with Spencer for a few days anyway..Woe betide us, the black flies are out and about in dense biting clouds. We are a mite chewed this morning, having spent yesterday morning photographing rain wet trilliums in our beloved soggy highlands - there is nothing the gnats like better than a fine wet day and something or someone to munch on.
Having already provided nourishment for the little biters, Spencer and I will spend the day indoors with tea and books, with the piano sonatas of Scarlatti and the sound of gentle rains beyond the window.
5 comments:
Oh, dear! I'm afraid you got my weekend's rain. But your plan for the day sounds perfect.
sounds like the buggy/rainy/still beautiful situation here. Lovely photo...was it worth the bites for you? I'm glad you made the effort!
What's a little pain in the presence of such beauty?!
All things beautiful, the rain, the Trilliums, it is all good. Even viewed from this distance.
I would love to hear from you.
xoxo, magnolia
It's the wild unpredictability of it all that lends itself to the sublime beauty we so look forward to seeing everyday on this blessed blog.
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