Oh for spring rains.
That first real rain of spring, water everywhere.
You can almost hear the ground creak and groan as it expands from its hard dry state to take in the precious moisture.
The lovely smell of rain on the dusty ground, the hot roads, the trees, new leaves washed clean of the dust on those pretty new leaves.
And after that you can almost hear the little roots, spreading out, gathering in the moisture and pumping it like crazy, everywhere, filling stems, leaves and even starting on the buds or fruit.
You may gather from all of this that we haven’t had a real spring rain yet.
Over the last 2 days I have been watering my garden, a very soft trickle soaking in, going deep, not splashing around and wasting the precious water. I can see a deeper green already, plants appreciating the bounty.
The violets suddenly all a-bloom, little faces pointing skywards, showing off how pretty they are.