GARDENING IN THE RAIN
Sometimes the imperfect moments in our lives are the most memorable. Today when I was out in my garden the tornado sirens were blasting, so reluctantly I went inside to find out just how close to potential danger I was. I was dripping from the rain, my shoes were muddy and my gloves were soaked. I hadn’t even noticed these small discomforts until I was interrupted by the warning to seek shelter. In a few minutes I was back outside with dry gloves, gentle rain and that wonderful smell of wet earth. As I cut away last years dead branches and tied up the new growth to the tall stakes in my raspberry patch what I felt was anticipation and wonder. Looking closely I could just barely see the tiny berries beginning to form, promises of fat red juiciness some hot summer day.