A soft rain is falling, the precursor to more violent storms headed our way. My peas and spinach will get watered, and the daffodils, spattered with paint chips as my house is scraped in anticipation of a new coat of white paint, will look clean and presentable again. Yesterday they looked like this:
Today, after a full day of 70+ degrees, brilliant sunshine, and a beguiling breeze, they greeted me like this:
blooms among the paint chips
I will fall asleep in wind-scented sheets, listening to the rain as it patters against the windows.