Posts Tagged "rain"

Raindrops

Happy the showers that fall on so fair a wilderness,–scarce a single drop can fail to find a beautiful spot,–on the tops of the peaks, on the shining glacier pavements, on the great smooth domes, on forests and gardens and brushy moraines, plashing, glinting, pattering, laving. Some go to the high snowy fountains to swell their well-saved stores; some into the lakes, washing the mountain windows, patting their smooth glassy levels, making dimples and bubbles and spray; some into the waterfalls and cascades, as if eager to join in their dance and song and beat their foam yet finer; good luck and good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the cliffs and hollows of the clouds to the cliffs and hollows of the rocks, out of the sky-thunder into the thunder of the falling rivers. Some, falling on meadows and bogs, creep silently out of sight to the grass roots, hiding softly as in a nest, slipping, oozing hither, thither, seeking and finding their appointed work. Some, descending through the spires of the woods, sift spray through the shining needles, whispering peace and good cheer to each one of them. Some drops with happy aim glint on the sides of crystals, –quartz, hornblende, garnet, zircon, tourmaline, feldspar,–patter on grains of gold and heavy way-worn nuggets; some, with blunt plap-plap and low bass drumming, fall on the broad leaves of veratrum, saxifrage, cypripedium. Some happy drops fall straight into the cups of flowers, kissing the lips of lilies. How far they have to go, how many cups to fill, great and small, cells too small to be seen, cups holding half a drop as well as lake basins between the hills, each replenished with equal care, every drop in all the blessed throng a silvery newborn star with lake and river, garden and grove, valley and mountain, all that the landscape holds reflected in its crystal depths, God’s messenger, angel of love sent on its way with majesty and pomp and display of power that make man’s greatest shows ridiculous.

Now the storm is over, the sky is clear, the last rolling thunder-wave is spent on the peaks, and where are the raindrops now–what has become of all the shining throng? In winged vapor rising some are already hastening back to the sky, some have gone into the plants, creeping through invisible doors into the round rooms of cells, some are locked in crystals of ice, some in rock crystals, some in porous moraines to keep their small springs flowing, some have gone journeying on in the rivers to join the larger raindrop of the ocean. From form to form, beauty to beauty, ever changing, never resting, all are speeding on with love’s enthusiasm, singing with the stars the eternal song of creation.

–John Muir, My First Summer In the Sierra

It’s Monsooning!

It’s Monsooning!

Monsoon is upon us. We do have some nice days, and the sun definitely shows up nice and intense occasionally -- but then the clouds roll in and it opens up. It will rain all day and even all night some days, and sometimes really hard. We learn to take advantage quick when the conditions are right for drying a little laundry. ;) But otherwise, it's not too bad. It's not too cold right now, and we don't have to worry about landslides on the roads, since we're not going anywhere. Love it, that rain. Here are some drippy plant…
My Little Garden

My Little Garden

I love a little garden. I claimed a little corner of dirt below the guesthouse for my attempts at growing a few edibles this year. The boys helped me get it ready (they like to dig in the dirt too). I planted some of the seeds I brought -- a few kinds of tomatoes, peas, cukes (mostly things we can enjoy without our own kitchen for cooking) cilantro, cantaloupe -- and then gave the rest of the big bag to the Ama las (house mothers). They were stoked to get some new things to try. They are gardening extraordinaires! I…
Jaybird

Jaybird

We love a good rainstorm. It makes big puddles. Which you have to play in. And then you lose your clothes. And even when your lips turn purple, you ARE NOT HAPPY that your mama says you have to stop throwing rocks because it's time for a nap.