Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Gray and Rainy

Well, after what seems 100 years, I have returned to my blog!!

Yesterday was another overcast, wet day.  I have to say I love those kinds of days.  I love the sound of rain on the roof and the windows.  I love fog.  I think sometimes of moving to Seattle.  People here say,  "Seattle?  That's a depressing city.  Too rainy."  But, I think I might like it that way.  Maybe.

Anyway, despite the wet, I got out and ran another 5k.  I was very happy to do so.  I ran that one back in the fall, and then hurt my foot and then it got cold and I got into hibernate under blankets mode.  I really needed to sign up for this run and go out and do it to get moving again.  So, I did it.  And I am not really sore at all--rather miraculously. But, it isn't like I haven't been walking and I have been a jogging, biking, hiking person for many, many years. So.




I am also crocheting a sweater (my first ever!) in mostly gray.  I love a mostly gray sweater. The button band will be either a blue or purple color and there's trim to add too.  Hopefully, it will look something like this in the end.


I gave up on knitting the mitts.  I wasted so many hours trying to get one made.  I had it to the thumb and lost my way and had to rip it all out.  I cast on so many times it was depressing.  I couldn't get the thing to join correctly.  I finally quit.  Maybe I was just at the point of breaking through to the light at the end of the tunnel, but I just couldn't go on.  I'll just have to get back to that some other day.


Meanwhile, spring is in the air and today we cleaned up the raised beds and planted sugar snap peas, cow peas, and some bush beans.

I've still a million things to do, but I really want to come back to my neglected blog.

Monday, July 22, 2013

A Rainforest Place


Rain! Rain! Rain!  So much rain these little villages are sprouting up everywhere.

They remind me of beach huts--miniature palapas for gnome creatures.


Maybe it's raining so much, the little people need umbrellas.



There is also something sort of pancake like about mushrooms and lichens.

I wonder.  Each day I can stand at my window and watch squirrels nibble what they must consider the best parts and discard the rest.  Are they pancake like to squirrels?
Meanwhile, the rain goes on.
Rain, then sun, and hot steams rise up off the pavement.  Then a cloud, or not, and rain again. "The devil is beating his wife," they say when it rains while the sun shines.  Or, "The god's are crying."
My backyard has become a rainforest place with towering bamboo and incessant hungry mosquitos.