It's a wet one Mr. Grinch

There are raindrops on my Hibiscus but she loves the wet.

The perfect day around here to finish addressing cards and nurse a headache that seems to come around with changes in the weather. 

This is the little snapdragon that could. The wind carried a single seed to a cozy spot on the patio to take root and I cannot bring myself to move it. But she does seem a bit lonely so I might be forced to move it next to the others. This time of the year we all need to be next to our tribes.

It is quiet here. So quiet I can hear the patters of the tiny rain. 

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
― Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth