Wildly Alive

I know now the reason for the rain. It is shown in the kaleidoscope of color in gardens, on edges of fields, and along busy roads. The conditions are perfect for what happens every summer, but what should never be taken for granted.

Subtle only in stature, the fragrance of lavender fills a room. I invite my grandchildren to rub their hands along the green leaves and then smell their fingers. Lavender is best enjoyed that way.

A month earlier than least year, the first moonflower made its appearance last night. With the last of the sun’s rays welcoming the evening, the white paper-thin blossom fully emerged. Unexpected, it startled me when I stepped outside with one of the dogs. I stopped for a photo and a drink of its perfume.

The first hibiscus arrived, as well, and for the rest of the summer, the color fuschia will fill the garden surrounding the patio. Cut nearly to the ground in fall, it emerges strong and hardy with leaves green as emeralds and flowers as large as dinner plates.

The grateful bee finds sustenance among the echinacea which has spread along the wall beside the driveway. Again, the rain and nothing more. I greet it with a simple hello as I pass by, a gift I do not deserve, but am thankful for. Along with the lavender It allows me the pleasure of some cuts to bring inside.

Like fireworks, the colors explode, abundant and un-shy. Why, even the oxalis triangularis longs to join the parade.

Rain. Sunshine. A kind word. And, more grace than we can handle.