Raining again, the wettest summer I can recall.
Even the Green Goddess arums are still standing tall. I carry out buckets of water to plants and take baths twice a day because there are no water restrictions or rationing this year. Rain in Africa is always welcome, a miracle that breaks drought and aridity, something to celebrate and long for. Across the road the catalpa tree is in bloom, sheafs of white waxy orchid-like flowers that glow in the darkness.
I’m listening to Toto’s old song and blessing the rains down in Africa.
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I’ve become
I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
It seems that all is well in your world Mary. I am happy for you.
Andrew this is a hard time of year but it needn’t be and I do feel very fortunate. Hope you are also doing well, my friend.
The blessing of rain in an arid place! Enjoy.
It is something I always feel grateful for Mary Christine because the droughts are so harsh here and many trees and crops fail and die. There is something genuinely life-giving about water in a desert
I love your posts! I wish we could meet and take the enormous puppy for a gambol! Have a lovely sober day.
Thanks Susan — the pup is a a handful but up for a gambol any time!
Wonderful photo at the top of your blog. I welcome the rain when it comes for I realize that other places in this country and the world are having droughts. And I like those overcast rainy days too. Have a good day, Mary.
Hah Syd, I thought of you when I saw that sweet dog — I hope you and C have an easier day, thinking of her father and mother.
I dated a boy in high school who loved Asia. That song always makes me smile. Thanks!
It is an unforgettable sort of song isn’t it?
Ah, let the rain wash down upon us. I want to travel to this place.
Lou, I hope someday you might take a holiday in Cape Town and we could walk beside the sea and talk and laugh.
I can feel your relief and calm. I grew up in a semi arid desert. I am still in awe of my ‘new’ wet home of West Virginia. We have more rain than we know what to do with.
You know what it is like then Kristin — I grew up on the border of Mozambique and on the Kenyan coast where we had monsoon rains and it was humid and lush — then stayed for a while in the Karoo and Kalahari and didn’t see or smell rain for months. Now we have unpredictable weather in these mountains and the heat is terrific in summer.
Beautiful!
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