Singing in the Rain!

I take a lot of inspiration from nature. The gorgeous purple crocus peeking through the snow, the 125+ daffodils we’ve planted near our short wall, the billowing butterfly bushes in the summer breeze, pulling weeds in the rain because the ground is soft… but this summer wins the prize for rain. Hard rain, hail, a little more torrential downpour, and wind. Over-flowing gutters, hail pinging on the windows… it rains early in the morning. It rains after second breakfast and before lunch, during dinner, when the sun is setting, and in the middle of the night with unbelievable thunder and lightning. It’s rained so hard in the last week that all of my geranium blooms are naked. Oh, the stems are still there – but underneath, in a ring, are the tear-drop shaped, radiant, red petals.

A number of years ago I planted a very small, rather scraggly, Hydrangea bush and it didn’t bloom until it’s 3rd year here. After all of the storms this year, just as it was putting tiny buds out to bloom, more storms.  I was pretty sure the bush wasn’t dead, but certainly wouldn’t bloom either. It turns out that sometimes you just have to have a little faith. Art is like that, too. Not really sure where improv pieces are headed when I start, but have a little faith and keep moving forward.

Beth