Fat drops flop down from the eaves, splatting onto the sidewalk.  Wind swishes the branches of tall trees along the edge of the road in front of my house. I love spring rains. Warm and nurturing, like a nice cup of tea. The earth drinks it in. Soon wildflower seeds I sewed out front will sprout and before too long the summer sun will stretch across crimson blooms of Cosmos. Blistering heat will radiate from the concrete even after the sun sets and runoff from the sprinklers at the top of the hill will puddle near the storm drain.

Today it’s the little things, signs of life on the Meyer lemon tree that was defoliated last summer by a plague of grasshoppers, a patio littered with petals from the antique rose that has taken over the pergola, Cardinals taking turns in the fountain bringing happiness to my doorstep. Happiness and hope. Hope that this year will in fact turn out to be the year of something better as I proclaimed back in January. Hope that efforts will truly make a difference in our community. Hope that some catastrophe won’t break the magical spell.

Early afternoon, steady rain through the open patio door sounds like bacon sizzling. Low rumbles of thunder are drowned out by the whooshing whistle of jet engines that split the clouds as passengers approach DFW. I can almost hear the flight attendant asking them to bring their seat backs to the full and upright position and then once again it’s quite in the house, save the clicking of my keyboard. Thunder claps, rattling the windows in my office. The phone rings. It’s my loyal follower calling to say he loves me. In this moment, I am the luckiest woman alive. What a difference a day makes.


24 thoughts on “Thursday Afternoon

  1. artsifrtsy says:

    Another one of those posts that make me envy your gift. I read this on the road and could imagine the rain, perfect.

  2. Sometimes the rain just washes it away. Other times it is “I love you”.

    You and I had the same storm, I love storms so long as they are quick and a bit violent.

  3. lylekrahn says:

    And sometimes you’re just not entirely sure why …

  4. So glad you had a better day, Honie. I enjoyed the description of your afternoon. I didn’t realize you were in Texas. Have you always lived there?

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Hey Maddie,
      I’ve only been in TX for a few years. We’ve relocated it seems like a bazillion times, but it has really only been twelve.

      1. I may have known this (about Texas), but I forgot.Twelve times! That’s a lot of moving.

        1. Honie Briggs says:

          I’ve never lived anywhere in my ENTIRE life for more than 5 years. So, this is a record for us. We will have been here six years in October.

          1. I envy you. I have always lived in Ohio – and with the exception of a few months, only NE Ohio. Moving is hard work, but I think I would have liked to have lived in more areas of the country. Did you ever live overseas?

            1. Honie Briggs says:

              Haven’t lived abroad yet, but you never know.

  5. Impower You says:

    So HAPPY to hear today you are doing well Honie. It is amazing how one day can be so awful and the next we can find such beauty. Tuesday was my insufferably frustrating day. I could feel the stress rippling off my body towards everyone and everything else and then bouncing back to annoy me even more. LOL! Then Wednesday was just lovely. Nothing went wrong. I found my inner peace. i solved one problem, received good news, and relaxed about the other problems that will eventually find solutions.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Three days in a row just sucked and you’re right, there was some kinda boomerang effect, because every irritation grew exponentially and found its way back to somehow until I was ready to burst. Today the rain washed it all away. Thanks Leah.

      1. Impower You says:

        You’re welcome. Thank goodness for the rain.

  6. Helen Ross says:

    A beautiful post Honie. I always think it is the little things that make life special. Lots to be said for their magic. Have a great weekend.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Oh the magic of a rainy day. Reading, writing, napping…the list goes on and on

  7. Allan G. Smorra says:

    Time is a gift, not a threat. I could smell the rain and hear the thunder in this post.

    Thanks, Honie.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      It truly is Allan. Takes a rainy day to remind us of that sometimes, doesn’t it?

      1. Allan G. Smorra says:

        10-4, trooper.

  8. mairedubhtx says:

    So glad you’re having a better day!

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Me too. Me too. 😀

  9. Ahhhh, Beautiful Life stretches out and relaxes again – perfectly willing to let you adore and draw energy.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      How fortunate to have the option to take it all in.

  10. And having met you and your loyal follower in person, I can say that both of you are adorable. Glad today is a better day!

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      A much better day! Gardeners love a rainy day. When the temps hit the triple digits this day will be a memory. You’re very kind Madame.

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