I love a rainy day, no matter the season. It’s the perfect excuse to curl up on the couch, nap a little or a lot and watch a parade of old movies. It’s also a chance to take a break from gardening chores — but not completely.
A rainy day, as it is as I’m writing this post, is the perfect time to get in the garden — to not only weed (easier to pull out) but to experience the garden in a different light. The whole world seems more organic — just water and earth and plants. I guess I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.




























