May arrived chilly, rainy, wet. I woke to the sound of rain drumming down on the roof and pattering on the windows. Pulling on my ain’t gonna rain no more boots, I prepared for the day.
My luvvvah had given me some money to buy hanging baskets for the porch, and I was eager to pick them up after school. They caught my eye yesterday, and when I mentioned it, he wanted to get them right away.
It’s amazing the little things that bring such joy.
Sunlight streaming across the porch after a late-day shower is one of those things.
Hanging flower baskets in a row is another.
And the imperfect view from the corner also brings joy.
Yes, I realize the old oil tank is still there and exposed. There are piles of stone and brick underneath the porch from the project last summer. There is only one white pillar installed. The wood needs another coat of stain.
But the baskets are hanging and beauty is there, and I will choose to enjoy the flowers after the showers.