I slept late on this rainy Labor Day morning. And by late, I mean after 8 am. It’s been pretty dreary the past couple of days but I have no complaints about the weather.
I’m not big on complaining.
Looking out the living room window.
Rain collecting on the old screens. I like these screens, actually. They’re quite sturdy.
I made a cup of coffee and George and I went to sit outside on the front porch. As we watched the gentle rain coming down, I could hear the steady chirp of crickets, traffic in the distance, and that beautiful sound of the rain.
Found a spider web to photograph.
Raindrops like tiny diamonds.
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
George does not seem thrilled with this weather.
But I am thrilled with my coffee.
Doesn’t take much to make me happy.
It’s a good morning to curl up with a book.
Happy Labor Day, everyone ~
ps – my friend, Hilary, is home and doing well after brain surgery.
life is good.