Eccentric Volunteer

Mother rain, manifold, measureless,
falling on fallow, on field and forest,
on house-roof, low hovel, high tower,
downwelling waters all-washing, wider
than cities, softer than sisterhood, vaster
than countrysides, calming, recalling:
return to us, teaching our troubled
souls in your ceaseless descent
to fall, to be fellow, to feel to the root,
to sink in, to heal, to sweeten the sea.

To the Rain, by Ursula K. Le Guin


Guess what the weather was like today? A full day of rain, spent working to (hopefully) finally finish up the course I'm taking. It would have been much harder to concentrate if the weather had been sunnier.

A lull in the wetness allowed me to step out and photograph this one black-eyed susan growing in the front yard. Its presence saved a whole swath of daisies from getting mowed when I did the lawn a few days ago. The extra is an edit of just the petals, which I liked so much I was torn choosing between the two pictures.