september blues and a prayer for rain
i heard that rain is coming next week. i am doing a rain dance and bathing in pink sunset light and begging that pretty old sky . YES, send us rain. i found these pictures that darin took five months ago, mayday: our backyard was achingly green, there were flowers and bees and color. (if you click to enlarge, you can see the bee's eyes staring solemnly at the camera, or at least i like to think those are her eyes glowing) there were ladybugs mating on vibrant leaves. remember i wrote about the greening life ? now all is brittle around me. unfortunately we can't afford to keep our yard or garden green in this town, ( see here if you want to know why, and actually mine is much worse than the person they interview) so everything is yellow, arid and dry. i know i've complained about this before, and it is not wise or sweet or happy to complain. this i know. and i know if i change my attitude that "dry" could be "golden" and i could be lovi...