A gentle rain started falling this morning and I love every drop of it.
It drums on the glass roof of the greenhouse window, sticks to the katsura tree and hazelnut leaves, weighs down the figs and empress tree until the leaves become so heavy, they drop off, and drips down from the glossy foliage of the camellias, forming small puddles on the ground which the little brown birds prefer for bathing to the fancy bird baths I have set up for them.
The birds love the rain. The chickadees and hummingbirds are spreading their wings to soak up the mist, then sit on a branch to preen. The sparrows are warbling lullabies in the shrubbery for the mother raccoon and her kit sleeping on the deck in back of the house.
But a wind is rising and the animals will soon be scooting for cover. I think I’ll go light a log in the fireplace, for warmth when the power goes out.
Causes John Doerper Supports
Defenders of Wildlife
Doctors Without Borders
National Audubon Society
National Wildlife Federation