Raindrops spatter on the last blooms of Lauren's Grape poppies.
I woke early to the kind of green darkness that accompanies a rainy morning on the edge of summer.
A chilly breeze stirred the curtains at my open bedroom window bringing in the cool scent of damp earth.
We have needed this rain as it has been a dry month. Several brisk T-storms have occurred with the brief deluge that hammers against the ground, then quickly steams and dries; there have been overcast mornings that gave us hope of rain, but it has 'gone around' us.
The rain today has been slow and gentle. We could almost see the garden growing.
I started a fire in the wood stove and we've kept it smoldering all day to ward off the chill of temperatures that stayed just below 60 F.
The cats abandoned their favorite rocking chairs on the screened porch, preferring the cozy comfort of quilt-covered beds.
The rain slowed to mist as evening approached. The sun made a five minute appearance just before disappearing into the western edge of the ravine.
The rain, although gentle, has bruised the petals of clematis, caused roses to hang their heads with the weight of moisture.
This season of bloom and growth moves along too quickly.