Rainy Day Thoughts

One thinks of April as being the northern month of springtime rains, but here we are in the middling pages of May with heavy cloud and rain cloaking the village and more of the same "in the cards" for the next several days.   So much for planned rambles in the woods with Himself and Spencer...

We are at least a month behind where we usually are at this time of the year, no columbines or wild yellow orchids in bloom in the woods, local trees still laboring mightily to leaf out themselves out for summer, garden plots forlorn and waiting for us to seed them lavishly and with hope for a good harvest this year. 

Woe betide us, the black flies are out and about in dense biting clouds, and we are a mite chewed this morning,  having spent a few hours yesterday poking about in the village hedgerows - there is nothing the local gnats like better than a fine soggy day and warm blooded entities to munch on.

Will we see the flower moon of May this evening?  We are sending good thoughts to the universe but rather doubt it - we will probably land up pulling the draperies closed this evening, lighting a beeswax candle and remembering other moons instead.   And so we place a bright bunch of flowers in a south facing window on this full moon morning and make plans to spend the day indoors for the most part.  There is fresh baked bread and cookies in our future (gluten free of course).  Tea and books await us, the piano sonatas of Scarlatti, the soaring vocal harmonies of the Mediaeval Baebes and the Sibyl of the Rhine.

The rain beyond the windows is acting like a rhythm section, and it keeps time like a gently ticking grandmother clock or a metronome oscillating back and forth.  It's all good.  Perhaps I shall design a tee-shirt with those words on it.  Sometimes I need a reminder.