The Perfect Rain

The promised rain not only arrived, but arrived perfectly. We have gotten quite a bit over the last 24 hours, but it has come down softly and gently, with plenty of time to be absorbed into the thirsty earth. Not torrents that come and go quickly without leaving anything useful behind. I could think deep philosophical thoughts about people in our lives and the useful analogy of the rain--but I have to go wash my sheets and sort out my pantry (which has achieved a state of such advanced higgledy-piggledy that the word entropy comes to mind. again. sigh.)

We did have a bit of excitement here this morning. MFG went to open up the window in LargeBoy's room, and found that it had a pretty messy bird's nest built in it. Since it appeared empty he went ahead and opened the window. Which caused the little sparrow in the nest to come flying into the house. Where we couldn't find it. It was finally located (after much searching) hiding on the floor in the corner by SmallDaughters dresser. It was gently relocated to the nest, where it flew outside. The nest will be relocated to the crabapple tree out the window.

There is HOPE

Having spent an utterly crazy night--BigGirl had 3 pre-teen friends spend the night (roughly the noise equivalent of an early 80's stadium rock concert), and, at the last minute LargeBoy had to have a friend stay over, too (due to a family medical emergency)--so life was LOUD and LATE.

Plus, my house looks like a very untidy tornado came through it. Also, My Favorite Gentleman and LargeBoy left at 4:00 this am, to go on a 20 mile hike.

So, entropy (what a great word--I just love it! "a process of degradation or running down or a trend to disorder, the gradual descent into chaos. see Chaos, Randomness, Disorder.") is prevailing, once again.

However, when I went to call 4 totally wet, happy girls into the house (it rained all night, a warm, spring rain, and they couldn't wait to get out into it. It is unseasonably warm here--about 15-20 degrees above normal!) The rain has stopped, a bit of sunshine is peeking out, and I see that my front flower bed has BLOOMING SNOWDROPS!

It is fabulously springlike out there. It smells heavenly. I know that it is only a cruel illusion--Winter is not really gone--last year, the kids had their easter egg hunts in the snow--in April. We probably have 2 more good snowstorms left (maybe 3). But it fools me every year!

I must get out my garden catalogs! I must start thinking about compost-y things!
Hope springs eternal in the heart of the disoganized gardener--"this year will be better!" On, On to greatness!