Today's Wonder of the World is...a Summer Rain!
Summer Rain Shower, how I love thee.
Before I count the ways, folks, let me be clear. I'm talking about the soft pitter- patter of raindrops on roses and on tomato plants and on muscadines.
Not the sort of shower that turns insane and tears up the huge Bradford Pears at the entrance to my neighborhood.
No. Not that kind.
I mean the kind that sounds like the rainstorm that this choir from Slovenia creates with just their hands, COMPLETELY BLOWING MY MIND!
Turn the sound up and give a listen. It will amaze you too. Guaranteed!
Aren't they incredible? They're called Perpetuum Jazzile and you can learn more about them here.
It's been raining cats and slobber dogs in these parts every day around 5pm. At least it's keeping the grass green and the tomatoes growing!
My only complaint has to do with the timing of a certain project in my backyard. One I like to call The Pit of Mud and Anguish and Pain.
Yes, about 24 hours before the daily rainstorms started coming, my sweet hubby decided we needed a few blueberry bushes and a couple more fig trees and hired my son to dig up a little patch near the fence.
If you know my husband or any of his relatives then you realize that a little patch doesn't mean a little patch. It means enough earth to grow a miniature blueberry farm. Enough berries to feed Sal, her extended family, her bear friends and all their relatives too.
The problem, of course is these.
Those are some big paws. And that is some clumpy wet South Carolina red clay.
Red clay that Tanner likes to prance in.
Red clay that Tanner tracks in all over my carpet.
No, I will not panic. I will walk around outside, turning my face to the fine mist falling from the heavens. I will enjoy the green of the grass, thankful that it hasn't dried up yet. I will breathe in the peace and tranquility.
Isn't it pretty?
Wait, what's that?
The missing hummus! The hummus that cost $3.79, the hummus that I ranted about to my bottomless pit of a son! (As in Just because you ran 8 miles and dug up the back yard doesn't mean you can eat up all my hummus and then destroy the evidence!) Oops. Bad mommy.
That slobber dog dragged it into the backyard and licked it clean. And then tracked red clay all over my house.
Woe is me.
Sweet Dan Fogelberg, up in the heavens and over at youtube, please soothe me with the Rhythm of the Falling Rain!
A little chocolate might help too.
Have a wonder-full Monday, y'all! I wish you only soft rain and no red clay.