What is it about spring rain that makes it so different from other times of the year? Instead of being dreary and gloomy it is light and nurturing.It doesn't keep us hold up inside, instead beckons us out to play.
Instead of being cold and clammy it is warm and fresh.
Is spring rain really different or are we just dazzled by our surroundings so much that we don't seem to mind?
In our minds we know it will end soon and beauty will surround us!
Is it all a matter of perspective? I'm always amazed when gardening how much nature mirrors life.
I had a mother who read to me Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea. Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth; "Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath. I had a Mother who read me lays Of ancient and gallant and golden days; Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe, Which every boy has a right to know. I had a Mother who read me tales Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales, True to his trust till his tragic death, Faithfulness lent with his final breath. I had a Mother who read me the things That wholesome life to the boy heart brings- Stories that stir with an upward touch. Oh, that each mother of boys were such! You may have tangible wealth untold; Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be -- I had a Mother who read to me. -Strickland Gillilan