Flowers Under Snow

Sunday was a rough day to be a flower or a flowering tree in Wyoming.

 We are trying to be grateful for the moisture.

But really, our first snow was in September.

Will this winter ever end?

Parties, Plants and Plenty of Water

Did you have a busy week-end? We sure did! Here are some of the highlights...

• trip to Master Gardener's Sale with Maria and the girls (Cordy shook hands with people like a politician)
• digging in the dirt, planting flowers and vegetables
• shopping for groceries
• housecleaning (yay! I finally mopped my kitchen floor)
• laundry
• bill paying
• quick trip to the mall
• graduation party
• church service
• another church service (as a guest, speaking about women's resource center...more another day)
• power nap
• another graduation party while Mike goes to do his part at the baccalaureate service...we had to divide and conquer to get everywhere we wanted to be 
• Sunday school swimming party with Cordelia

But, in between a couple of those things, I took time to enjoy the moisture we were receiving. I hope you enjoy the photographs.

Walda, My Apologies!

Yesterday morning I left our house about 5:30 a.m. It was dark. It was cold! The roads were snow-packed and icy. In fact, the Interstate heading into town was closed because it was too treacherous.  My sweet husband let me take his vehicle truck (he likes us to call it a truck although it is a petite small SUV) because it has 4-wheel drive and my car does not. I was very grateful. There were some really high piles of snow and I was afraid I would get high-centered. Isn't he a great guy?

Anyhoo... when I came home last evening the sky was bright and everything was wet. I enjoyed watching cars spraying high walls of water on each other. It looked so cool! There was water everywhere! It was a different world than I'd seen at 5:30 a.m.  Since we are in a drought, I felt gratitude for all the moisture!  That is when I realized I owed Walda an apology. I treated her as an unwelcome guest when she was just bringing us water, fresh water! Sorry, Walda! My apologies for not giving you more respect when you were here.

April Rain

It's funny, this thing about rain. We've lived in the Pacific Northwest where it was unusual to go several days in a row without rain. We have also lived in Southern New Mexico where it was sometimes months between rains. Wyoming is somewhere in between, actually closer on the spectrum to the dryness of New Mexico I suppose. We've seen floods; we've been through droughts. Last night, though, we got a delightful rain! Like Red Riding Hood's bed, it was JUST RIGHT.

I really love rain the best when it comes with a bit of a storm. I like to hear the thunder! Throw in some lightening and some blustery winds and I'm a happy lady! Then, just when the commotion of a storm is losing its charm, I love that steady pattering on the roof. Doesn't that sound nice?

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

Let the rain sing you a lullaby

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in the gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night

And I love the rain. 

Langston Hughes