Yesterday morning I took a walk in the rain on the Iron Horse Trail that is just a few steps away from our house.
The trail was rain slicked and as EE Cummings would say, "mudluscious". It was so quiet because the rain kept everyone indoors. I love walking in the rain, the cold drops on my face and hands, the wind wipping my hair back, the spicy mysterious smell of the wet grass and weeds.
The grey/green eucalyptus against the white sky.
Happy little weeds.
Our state flower all closed up and hidden from the thick pregnant drops of water.
I love wisteria and all these flowering trees in the neighbors yard, they smell so sweet.
My poor poppy turned umbrella. How beautiful and melancholy.
The trail was rain slicked and as EE Cummings would say, "mudluscious". It was so quiet because the rain kept everyone indoors. I love walking in the rain, the cold drops on my face and hands, the wind wipping my hair back, the spicy mysterious smell of the wet grass and weeds.
The grey/green eucalyptus against the white sky.
Happy little weeds.
Our state flower all closed up and hidden from the thick pregnant drops of water.
I love wisteria and all these flowering trees in the neighbors yard, they smell so sweet.
My poor poppy turned umbrella. How beautiful and melancholy.
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