If I am lucky, the tree frogs are singing - or I may chance upon a rabbit or doe rustling away into deeper cover. I love, too, the light after a rain, when the mist rises from warm earth seeming to carry the light up and hold it in place; a mist lit from within.
And then everything blooms!
|After two days of steady soaking rain...|
|Before the rain... two days ago.|
|Gracie - rescued last year from a Walmart parking lot. She never has to eat greasy popcorn chicken again.|
|Dreaming of Friskies...|
|And when it rains, Elvis gets back in "the box". Note the new scratch on his nose.|