Nature Nurtures

It's raining.  Those two words are followed by the distinct sound of frantic plants making noisy sucking sounds.  You think I am kidding?  I distinctly heard leaves unfurling, bird bath splashing and blades of grass going ahhh, which when they do it all together, sounds rather delightful. It has been many weeks of beautiful, sunny and extremely dry weather. Some grasshopper-mentality greenery greedily drank and spilled in their moment of over-abundance. Silly plants don't know most rain this summer has been stingy and short-lived.  The wiser ones sip and store, sip and store.  They know the promise of further life-giving sustenance may become stingy once more.

I never realized how much I would welcome the sound of a strong steady rain until I looked at the copper colored lawn and some shriveled plants.  Although some plants are bursting at their proverbial seams.  Hostas for some reason are becoming gigantic, though no flower buds yet. The day lilies are spilling over with eager yellow heads. Weeds for some reason seem to savor the dryness with subdued chuckles at the fate of their weaker more cultivated cousins who require so much more to survive. Rather a metaphor for people I suppose.  The have-nots know how to get by with much less through necessity and are not easily thrown by life's dispassionate division of the spoils.

Yes, it's raining. Rejoice and refresh in the moment, but save a little for leaner times my friends.