Rainy days seem to be the norm this spring in southwest Ohio.Cherry blossoms are dripping from branches.
The blooms are heavy with raindrops.
The garden is emerald green with all the soaking.
Trees have blossomed quickly in this rain forest environment.
Pink diamonds glisten on rose petals.
Lush and heavy, drooping from the weight of water.
I feel like I am living in an over sized garden cloche. The water rises just to fall back immediately to earth.
The garden revels in all this life giving moisture, but I am beginning to drown in it. I need the sun.
The constant rain matches my mood. Falling water, drooping leaves.
Beauty in the dampness.
But some sorrow is there as well.
Blossoms drop like pink snow, reminding me of endings and good byes.
I will miss the cherry blossoms until they return again.
All is not dreary. We did get to baby sit a puppy for a friend. She thinks she is one of the girls...
However, I think one of the girls is not too happy about this event.
I don't know which is softer or more beautiful, pink cherry blossoms or pink puppy bellies.
I know which is warmer.
Have a thoughtful Tuesday, P.
6 hours ago