Toleration

Tom, Mom, and the Young Turks have decided I can be trusted--well, at least tolerated. They stop by often, look me over, and go about their journey through The Acres. I must not be scary enough. They parade out of the trees, by the pond, pass by the cave, and then wander through the Meadow, into the Wild Area, and off to who knows where. Until tomorrow afternoon. I wonder if they want to celebrate Thanksgiving with me? Hmmmm.

Rain

Ah, a rainy day at The Acres. I have been waiting and praying for one of these. What a strange spring and summer. Two months of daily rain--at least it seemed that way; two months with no rain at all. But, today, it has been raining all morning! I love the melancholy grayness. I love the soothing sounds. I love the fresh smell. I love the cleansing. Sure, it will set me back a day on my reconstruction projects, but at The Acres time is not relevant. Things get done when they get done--if they get done at all.
The flowers--and weeds--will be ecstatic! I expect The Wild Area and The Meadow to burst into bloom--yellow, purple, white will be everywhere. Golden rod and asters will be waving in the gentle breezes of late summer and autumn. The Bog and The Pond will be ecstatic as well. Free refills. The Bullfrog Choir has been quiet two nights in a row. Get your tickets early for tonight's performance.
Rainy days and Mondays always make me dance for joy. The Lord and Creator of life gives rain to the just and unjust. And rainbows. And cleansing. And growth and new life. Showers of blessing!