We sat a long time on the porch with our books.
*A long held promise, to always walk in the rain together. And I had Who Do You Love† in my head.
†Now come on baby let's take a little walk, and tell me who do you love?
Monday, July 28, 2014
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Rain, real rain. Over two hours now, soaking, sustaining rain. Glorious. We have the windows open, listening to it pour. The garden is happily lapping it up. We took a walk* and sopped up a bit of it ourselves. Eleanor sits by the open window, sniffing happily. Moby moody, has gone to lurk. He's never been a fan of the wet, especially if mixed with thunder. So we reassure him, and let him be.
We sat a long time on the porch with our books.
*A long held promise, to always walk in the rain together. And I had Who Do You Love† in my head.
†Now come on baby let's take a little walk, and tell me who do you love?
We sat a long time on the porch with our books.
*A long held promise, to always walk in the rain together. And I had Who Do You Love† in my head.
†Now come on baby let's take a little walk, and tell me who do you love?
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We had welcome pouring rain yesterday too. Put the watering cans under the barn roof to collect it.
Sounds blissful and beautiful. Whilst there have been flash flooding farther south we haven't seen rain at all. The earth here is cracked and dry, and the river levels low.
Whatcha reading?
More Miss Fisher, and he had The Rabbi ... something. Mystery fluff. Although I have The Monuments Men to hand, which I plan on for today.
Sat on my front porch listening and feeling the rain. Glorious, as you said. Can't think of better days...
At camp last week we had more than our fair share of rain. It wasn't particularly welcome at the time.
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