We finally got our soaking rain yesterday. Everything looks lush again. My plants were singing!

 “All day, after two days and nights of rain, water had been rising in the dykes and now it was creeping rapidly up the five stone arches of the bridge where the she stood watching the wide rainy valley up which the tongue of river finally lost itself in a gray country of winter elms.”

― H.E. Bates, The Feast of July