Rain is also associated with childhood memories. When I smell the rain-soaked earth, I think of camping trips when I was young as it rained so often when we were on family holidays.
I walk in the rain. I garden in the rain. Probably the only time I don't like it is when it is rainy and very, very cold.
When I walk with Meeko on rainy days, the walks are more intimate. I am less likely to see as many fellow walkers. And, especially on the days with hard rain, when I do pass someone, there's often a nod, an unspoken camaraderie.
This morning's rain was quite lovely and light. Here are a couple of images from my walk this morning:
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet."
Roger Miller
Those red berries are so very pretty :)
ReplyDeleteRebekka -- I think they're pretty too and the raindrops are the finishing touch!
ReplyDeleteI saw them in a little forested area near my house. I think it's a highbush cranberry bush.
I grew up in some really rainy climates - one had over 100 inches a year. Now I live in an area that gets 7 inches a year. I loves the rain!
ReplyDeletefroggy -- That makes sense with your name. :)
ReplyDeletedid you spy any of fern's cousins?
ReplyDeleteAllo Kathleen! Tes photos sont magiques, la première invite au calme et à la détente et les autres ressemble à des bonbons!!! xxxxxx
ReplyDeleteMargie -- I haven't yet, but I will keep my eyes down and open. :)
ReplyDeleteChantal -- Merci beaucoup pour les beaux commentaires sur mes photos. Je les apprécie tellement. Ça était une belle journée sous la pluie. xxxx
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