I keep this picture from last summer in my picture file. I don't keep most of the daily pictures I show, and almost never scenery. But so many good memories are attached to this particular picture, I needed to have it.
This side window box, which is just outside where I sit at the computer, is the one where my little female hummingbird did her daily grocery shopping.
However, it's not window boxes or hummingbirds that are on my mind tonight,
but rain. And that is because it's raining in my corner of the world. This doesn't happen all that often this time of year, and when it does, it's dicey. If the temp holds above 32 degrees, it stays rain, it it cools even a little, it become freezing rain, and a few degrees more and it's snow...usually ON top of the ice. November through April in WI and rain is NOT a good thing. But I love rain....it's one of my most favorite things...*VBS* I love the smell of rain, and the sound of it. I love the sound tires make on wet pavement, and the streaks of water running down the windows, I don't like being in the rain anymore, unless it's a nice warm misty drizzle, that you can barely feel on your face, but that soaks through your clothes. When I was younger, as in my 20's, I like any form of rain I could find. I had a lovely army style raincoat that was waterproof and a fun pair of boots. My hair was short and being wet wasn't a problem. We lived in Biloxi, MS for a year, and I enjoyed walking through the old Biloxi Cemetary and seeing rain on the lawns and old gravestones. I loved the sway of the Spanish moss hanging from the trees. I walked the beach of the Gulf of Mexico and enjoyed the stormy sea and the breakers crashing on the shore.
The next year we lived in Oregon, on the coast near Tillamook, and I loved the rain that dropped before going over the Cascade Mountain range. In Oregon damp seems to be a permanent state of being most of the year.
Back in WI I've seen every kind of rain that is know to our state...and love most of them. Ah, for a covered or screened in porch, a wide porch swing and an evening rain fall. The very best of times....for me. I love falling asleep to the sound of rain.
But if I wanted that tonight, I'd risk freezing to death. Even my down comforter couldn't keep me warm if I left the window open. There is a sharp breeze from the south east, and altho the rain fall sounds so very lovely as I opened the window by the computer, the cold coming in, is extreme. Not enough to turn the rain to snow, but cold. Ebby is braving the cold and sitting on the window ledge as I write this. She had to run the gauntlet of me picking her up and putting her on the window, but for whiff of the rain fresh air, she risked it. And now she's down again and W.I.L.D...LOL. Apparently rain scented night are intoxicating....*S*
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