We had a wonderful rainstorm here today. The Old Pueblo really needed it, too. All of our outdoor plants are doing the happy dance now in joyful jubilation. For a minute I thought I heard tiny little voices singing “Raindrops keep falling on my head.” Okay, maybe it was just my imagination.
Just when it started to pour sideways, as it sometimes does during our summer tempests, I looked out my office window and saw the peephole created by something or another. Isn’t it odd that there would be this opening? I thought it was kind of cool to see the reflection of my desk lamp in the image, too.
Have a beautiful Sunday. Namaste’