What has been going on between raindrops

Between raindrops for me, has me waiting see if any rain falls here so that I don’t have to lug water back and forth to water the flowers. Thus far, I have been fortunate that enough rain reaches the plants. 

Other than rain and high ambient temperatures, this summer has been a summer. Shrinking my summer plans and slowing my already slow pace has been a drag. So here’s a few things I’ve discovered about myself this summer.

⛱️ Not good waiting for deliveries. It is best that I don’t watch the Tracking information. Two days after placing an order, I fret over Where is it! 

🍉 Don’t watch Instagram produce videos that start with either “Look at this” or “You may never.” Yep, I will probably never eat another raw bing cherry or buy them frozen. 

⛺️ Camping videos are becoming a concern because of too many campers into bad weather, rain, snow, thunderstorms. A few are appear to be obsessed with storms. High winds, however, appears to be the weather element the majority do not like. 

What discoveries  have you made this summer?

Two Shy Monarch butterflies

Day 66 of Week 10 March 2026

The sound of wind when it rains is not the same when it snows. Wind and rain make more noise. The vent cover outlet rattling 

is louder, more determined. 

Snow is softer than rain. Strange to think about the rain, snow and wind sound relationships. What else in nature is there that we don’t think about?

Have a Thinking Weekend

Have baked apples with vanilla 

or maple walnut ice cream

Read about Earth’s water cycle

Watch a funny movie

Browse raincoats online

Draw a fancy umbrella

Dance when you wash your hands

Rainy Autumn Thoughts

The early hours out my window here in Vermont have been mostly dark with rain clouds. A few minutes ago, I saw blue sky. Now, I need to put a lamp on. Outside it is windy and raining again. Once the blustery episode passes, blue skies will return. 

The mood of the daylight darkness stirs thoughts of Edgar Allen Poe, a cozy corner on the sofa, hot chocolate, and a good book (or film). Escaping into the creative literary world is the umbrella we hold over our souls to keep our feelings from washing away from lack of attention. Care for me, whispers to us as the chill, we know is out there, makes us shiver.

I hear thunder. The moody atmosphere builds. I take another gulp of hot chocolate and glance out the window. Most of the trees are at peak while a tall maple shows only the first tinges of gold. I will miss the gray sky when the blue returns.

More thunder. The sky is clearing, lighter, less gray. Branches wiggle instead of sweep through in the air. There is a steady drip sound on the patio. The weather radar says, Hold on there just a minute.