last night, the wind dropped. in the dead of night, thunder rolled far away. the horses escaped their stables. was it thunder or was it horse hooves in the dark? the dogs were howling. spirits? ghosts?
storms have been flickering over far horizons, like giant outdoor cinemas, for the last few nights.
the clouds have been gathering...great towers....
today, the taps have finally been turned on for real.
i can trust the sky again.
the rains have arrived. finally. truly.
glorious, drenching, unrepentant, furious rain. spirals of the stuff, spinning twirling past the window...chasing the horses into their stables....curling the cats up on the sheepskin rug....making beetles sleep, dogs hide....making boys run naked where the wild things are.... seducing little girls to choose blood red satin shorts especially dedicated to mud ball making....and brave safari craigs to engage low range 4 wheel drive....(oh. high range diff lock??)it is so rejuvenating. we have all been running around screaming, running out in the rain, being crazy rompipales....rushing around for buckets and empty cold boxes to catch the leaks everywhere...the joyous leaks. (remind me about this later on this month ok?)
what does a girl do when she can't ride?
she teaches guitar to the sweetest little student on the planet.
jasper lives down the road.
today we learnt "G" on his sizable guitar.
she opens a bottle of red to celebrate how beautiful life is and dreamily watches the silver flying ants through her open window, fluttering magically in the twilight. she watches how each whistling thorn is decorated with one perfect rain drop.
she listens to jack johnson singing banana pancakes.
she spies kilimanjaro through a curtain of rain, sitting smug, a fat cake overloaded in icing. the great queen of all mountains. alone. beautiful.
how perfect can a day be?
toodely old toodely pip then y'all...bisous bisous - great big fat celebratory rain drop ones...