I woke early this morning hearing the sound of rain on the roof. As I lay there half awake and deciding whether I should look at the clock to check the time, I was lulled back into a state of deep relaxation, my eyelids getting heavy again and thoughts of another couple of hours sleep feeling soooo! appealing. Dang, that little time keeping, irritating, responsible, part of my brain kicked in and made me take a look at the clock and reminded me I had another early start today.
I dragged out from under the warm covers, talked my stiff joints into moving with a, * you can do it, come on, one foot after another* (when you grow older, sometimes your body needs a little encouragement) and wandered out to the kitchen to brew a pot of strong coffee.
After my first cup of coffee, and a check of my emails it crossed my mind *what am I going to blog about today?* sometimes you just don't have anything in mind. It occurred to me that even though is was a wet misty day, there must be something outside in the garden that was painting a corner of the yard in color.
Sure enough, the pot of Mimulus, which have self sown from last year, are starting to come into full bloom. Mimulus are also called Monkey Flower as they are supposed to resemble a grinning monkey face, can't say I can see a monkey face.
The Hostas are glistening with rain drops, the bright green of the leaves glowing in a dark corner.
We really are happy to have the rain wash some of the pollen away as it has been particularly bad this season, and everything looks so wonderully clean and bright after a good downpour.