After the rain

As my husband and I sat eating our dinner in the breakfast nook, we looked out the window at the rain. We’ve been getting a lot of it lately, but then it’s April and it’s not really a surprise. It’s supposed to rain in April. And this evening, it was coming down softly and steadily, making the earth lush with green. It was beautiful, actually, in this light.

Just after dinner, my husband called me outside. It had stopped raining and the sun was peeking through the clouds, turning the world that lovely color that I love. I snapped this photo above from the back of the house. The dogwood is blooming and that stone wall is the breakfast nook.

I shot this out the master bedroom window. These both are SOOC (straight out of camera).

 

A beautiful azalea bloom from the bush out front.

Here’s another bloom with the evening sun hitting it just right.

Thanks to all who enjoyed my day hike posts below. My husband and I used to hike and backpack all the time, and once took our boys on a three-day trek through the backcountry at Shenandoah. They were middle-school aged at the time and I think they really liked it, although it was hard work. My husband also took each of them separately on backpacking adventures.

And speaking of sons, I’m glad because my eldest is coming to visit this weekend from the Big City. We’re having an Alumni Banquet and a feature this year is a tour of the old school campus, which should be pretty interesting. The campus was moved to its present location in the 1970’s but back in the early 1900’s, it was one of the premier academic establishments on the east coast and the tree lined streets of the campus were designed by Frederick Law Olmstead. Mr. Olmstead was known as the father of American landscape architecture and was famous for his design of many urban parks, most notably Central Park and Prospect Park in New York City.

Ok. I have a rule about not talking about where I work, so I’ll stop now.

Last night we had a wicked little storm blow in. I took this photo off the front porch when my husband called me and told me to bring the camera. These are both SOOC as well.

 

I’ve never known George to be afraid during storms, but last night, for some reason, he was scared out of his gourd. He wouldn’t leave my side, hiding under my legs, burrowing into me while I sat on the couch; why the poor dog was just a mess. Luckily it was over quickly.

Hope you all have a great day. And until tomorrow then, my friends . . .