Into Each Life a Little Rain Must Fall...

It says, "a little", right?  I'm afraid there must be some mistake, because we passed "a little" somewhere around three weeks ago.  Here's what the sky looks like right now:

 

This is how it looked yesterday:

The day before?

 

The day before, and the day before, and the day before that?   Yep, exactly the same.  And tonight, tomorrow, the next day?  Well... storms, then rain, punctuated by heavy storms...

SERIOUSLY?!

I know I really have no right to complain.  My house is dry, unlike many others, and in most parts of the area, people can still get to their front doors without the use of a boat.  We have had a couple of tornadoes touch down, but no towns here have been leveled.  But still- it gets old, doesn't it?

I mean, just look at my garden! Anyone care for a swim? 



The poor sugar snap peas have rotted in the ground (for the second time), and the broccoli plants are drowning.

Over the weekend, the sun actually came out for about 15 minutes, so we rushed down to the river to look at the flood.

 This used to be a street, but is now home to some very unconcerned geese...

 Goose butts, everywhere I go, now!

Do they really need a sign telling people the steps are closed?

Furthermore, please don't try parking in this lot...

At the confluence of the Ohio and Licking, the water from the Licking is moving so fast, there are actually- er- browncaps.

Take a wild guess what's looming on the horizon again!  Yep, it's time to head back to the car...

At least this little guy doesn't seem to mind the rain...


and some day the sun will shine, somewhere... over the rainbow...

The Time of Gray

It's the time when all you see is gray...

It weighs down the sky...

wrapping hills and trees in delicate layers of gray tissue.

And then it begins....

Symphony of the Rain

ingredients: vintage type paper, vintage piano book page, magazine cut-outs, various decorative papers

Inspired By the Rain

As often happens in Springtime, it has rained here all weekend.  It started on Friday night, and rained all day Saturday.  Then, when it was finally finished, another storm came in right behind it.  If I look out the window right now... yep- still raining.  Somehow the rhythm of the rain got inside me.  All I could see, hear, think of, was rain.  This is what it became.

  Storm Front

Ingredients: monotype, Caran D'Ache crayons, watercolor pencils, acrylic ink, acetate, acrylic gel medium, PVA glue.  
6" x 10"

Let the rain kiss you.  Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.  Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  ~Langston Hughes

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.  ~Henry Ward Beecher

April Showers

Spring in Kentucky is indeed "a wonder", as people say. It is mercurial in its swift changes from summer-like warmth to damp cold, bright sun to sudden, dark storms.


I love the strange light that turns my simple yard into a scene from another planet,


the drama of advancing storms,


the moment just before the rain begins,


the sense of being given another chance, another season to grow.