Rainy day, dream away

It’s early morning as I write this and it’s been raining all night. It’s a good day to curl up with a cup of tea and a book. Or a cup of coffee and my laptop, which is what I’m doing this morning.

I took these photos from the front porch yesterday. There’s a huge bush on the one side of the porch and a smaller one on the other. We had no idea what these bushes were until yesterday when we noticed a couple of blooms in the back. We think they’re azalea bushes, which is pretty exciting because I’ve never had one of these at any of the places I’ve ever lived. In my life.

In other news, we think that the foxes have moved on. There’s no evidence that they’re going in or out of the dens we found at the end of winter. It’s probably because George is always sniffing around and because we spend so much time outside walking the property. The previous owners told us that they saw fox cubs in the Spring, so we’re still hoping.

 

My husband and I talked yesterday about maybe taking that road trip after all, and visiting places along the way. We’d take our camping supplies and set up at a campsite each evening. Hmmm. You know, I thought about that for a moment or even two moments and then realized that after driving all day, the last thing I want to do is to set up camp and build a fire.

But if this is something that he wants to do, well maybe I should just bite the bullet and do it. We’ll see. I don’t mean to be this ambivalent, but it’s a rainy day. And I can be whatever I want.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .

Rainy day, dream away

Ah, let the sun take a holiday

Flowers bathe, an’ ah see the children play

Lay back and groove on a rainy day.

Jimi Hendrix