We've been waiting two months for rain around these parts. Two months that included March -- the first bone dry March on record -- and all of April. The water began falling last night around dinnertime, and even though the temperature dropped with it I opened a window in every room, and the six year-old headed out for an hour of puddle jumping in the gutter.
Something about the smell of rain in the spring, rain in the drylands, rain on new leaves. Irresistible.
The garden, for the most part is in, the peas are up, and the radishes, as always, are excessive.
Next project: Something to make these chairs from the neighbors slightly more comfortable. Cushions? Re-webbing? Hmmmm.