The chickens appreciated the rain too. They stayed out in the rain and cooed and carried on something fierce. I kept finding any excuse I could to run out and grab something. I'm like a little kid when it rains. I love getting wet. I love feeling the drops on my face and cool breezes blowing through my hair. I just can't seem to grow up!! I count this a blessing!
I took a picture of the hibiscus I have outside my guest bedroom window before it started raining this morning. It is flourishing this year. My girlfriends bought me this hibiscus back when my Mother passed away and it was a beautiful specimen. Hubby came along in its second year, without saying anything to me, cleaned it and cut it too far back right before a frost and killed it. I had previously, earlier in the season, taken a couple broken limbs and literally pushed them down into the dirt in my herb garden and one of them grew roots. I was rather upset about my plant and did some major chewing on hubby, even though I knew he was only trying to help out. I was not being a very nice person and had to do some major apologizing later. Last Spring I transplanted the hibiscus from the herb garden to below the guest bedroom "again", hoped for the best, and told him to please just leave it alone.
It is a sensational looking plant this year. Hubby has long been off the hook and is forgiven and my behavior about it just showed me another one of my not-so-nice character flaws. Come on - after all, it is "just" a plant.
I've been reading a blog called Chaotic Simplicity and she quoted scripture that really made me think. “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as it fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.” Ephesians 4:29