Tuesday, August 21, 2007
How Do You Spell Relief?
He just lay there - dreaming of rain or the frosty nights of October.
He tried to channel the xylem coolness into his fervid belly.
Then the rains came. The world upended. The following is a reflection on rain and puddles and the creatures who emerge to celebrate the gift of water.
I walk here, rain or shine - goose droppings or snow, sleet or ice or puddles.
After the rain, the breeze stirred the oak leaves overhead and they let fall the pond drops. (Please click on the pond)
The Monarch caterpillar just kept munching while he enjoyed the cool-packs on his back.
Fungus lives for rain. Really. A good rain makes a good fruiting.
The leaf drops played with the puddles. They got tired . . .
. . . . and the sky tree settled back in.
the Puddle Duck puddled around in the . . . .puddles.
This male Blue Dasher is sparkley-new and ready for love.
This bumble bee tried to discern his fortune in a crystal ball drop.
(Please click on him)
Ah, well - I think I've said all I want to say about rain - for now :0)
So I'll just float serenely away. (For those of you who know I wouldn't be caught dead climbing into a pond. Shush! - I'm trying to be poetic here!)
So, when was the last time you took off your shoes and splashed through a puddle?