Rainy Cloudy Days

It's cool this morning but the humidity is high, so the windows are closed. As I walk in my garden, I notice that everything feels sticky. The last flush of fragrance on the rose bush clings to the air. It is as if the roses burst their buds at once and now drop their petals as one. The irises are spent. The peonies have been gone for a week. Daylilies begin to open and there are buds on the dahlias. Lavender seems to blossom perennially. The petunias fill and overflow their containers. Buds begin to form on the coneflower that waits to be transplanted. The lettuce I moved to the container is restored, far from the reach of bunnies and voles. The herbs and hydrangea foliage are lush.

Lush. Everything feels lush on cloudy rainy days, as fat water droplets hang on the word of every leaf and the grass sparkles.

Tomorrow has Become Yesterday is a daily writing practice that opens a landscape of discovery into my own human experience.

Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life.