Being from England, I never would have thought I could get excited about rain. But with all the drought we've been having down here in Texas, any downpour, however brief, is a thing to be cherished.
I watched the clouds rolling in all Saturday afternoon, but we didn't get any rain then. But when I woke up Sunday morning I found it was gently raining. I went out and fed the birds anyway, sprinkling the seed along the top of the wall and the fence and the birds soon swooped in for breakfast.
Their feast was interrupted because 30 minutes later, the heavens really opened and it poured for an almost an hour and the birds all took cover somewhere.
And then the rain stopped, the sun tried to break through, the birds returned and the rest of the day was spent very pleasantly pottering about in the garden, and over at the stables with the horses.
That's my kind of weekend:-)
Words and photographs by Jayne Wilson, Green and Serene, Jayne's Country Garden.
This morning, since today is a Sunday, I treated myself to a lie-in, well as much of a lie-in as the cats would allow.
As it happened, I got up at seven, fed the cats and read for a while, before rejoining my sleeping hubby for an extended snooze until we were awakened by thunder outside.
We lay there listening to the rain, and thinking how much the garden would be enjoying it. After breakfast, and after the rain had stopped, I headed outside with my camera.
As the clouds moved off, I checked out the garden and found the flowers, such as this daylily, covered in glistening raindrops.
I've seen a few Monarchs in the garden in recent weeks, and today I spotted a caterpillar, his chosen leaf had protected him well from the rain. Interestingly, last week I took a photo of a chrysalis on the fence and the next day when I went to check on it, there was no sign of it. I hope this caterpillar has better luck.
The Savannah holly looked particularly photogenic with its coat of silver raindrops. The sun was just in the right place to catch them and the whole bush looked like it had been dusted with fairy dust.
No, that's not a real toad on the roof of the toad house, but I can tell you that there was a very happy frog in the vicinity somewhere. I couldn't see him, but I could certainly hear him! He was quite the loud one! I'm sure he appreciated the rain too.
Words and photographs by Jayne Wilson, Green and Serene, Jayne's Country Garden.
