The Blessed Rain

Today is the first day of spring, and it's the first day we've had rain in awhile. I'm thinking of a lovely song, "The Blessed Rain," by Ashley Maher. I love her music, she has such a pure voice and uses beautiful African rhythms. She is one of the most played artists on my Pandora account. I am fortunate to have a home to shelter me from the rain. I am fortunate that I can stay home and appreciate the sounds of the rain instead of being out in it. I am fortunate.

Tomorrow is my birthday. For the last several years, it has rained on my birthday. I don't know what the Lord is trying to tell me, or perhaps I should just appreciate the gift and not worry about it. Our plan is to hike Sibley and go to Far Leaves tea shop for a peaceful pot of high-quality tea. I'm not so sure I want to hike in the rain, I don't have good boots or hiking shoes anymore. So we'll have to come up with a different pre-teatime plan. Even if it doesn't rain, it'll still be muddy after today's weather.

I want to get some pink roses for the table. We just have one tulip left from last week's bouquet, a pretty white bud. Pink has always reminded me of birthday fun. When I was a child I always had a pink strawberry cake with cream cheese frosting. Fabulous. When my parents finally decided it was time to redecorate my room away from the 70's orange and yellow that my older sister had enjoyed, I chose pink and white. We kept the old green carpet, but I always imagined it was the grass in a rose garden. I chose a rose wallpaper border in pink, white and  green, painted white walls, pink paint on my bedframe, closet doors and dresser, and mauve pink blinds. We found a cheap white nightstand and small chest of drawers when my big pink dresser finally got too worn out. My room was a haven of prettiness. I still love pink. I don't like to wear it, but I like it in my home in small doses for a bit of cheer and nostalgia.

Wow. What a clap of thunder I just heard. I wasn't expecting a thunderstorm for two more days. My poor husband is spending his day at the DMV. He sent me a message saying there are fifty people ahead of him. He certainly can't enjoy the rain or thunder. Poor love. I have his lunch ready, but it might have to go back into the fridge while those fifty people are seen. It's a simple sandwich, hard-boiled egg, and bunch of strawberries. We have fresh organic eggs while we babysit our neighbor's hens. They're sneaky little ladies, always escaping the pen to munch on my landlord's garden. When the cat was here they would eat her food.

Now I'm off to discover the source of a strange odor. The life of a homemaker is usually pleasant, but you can't prevent unpleasantness. It's just a part of life.

"...you can't hurry the blessed rain..."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlxNY8m2flE