Once upon a time, we had this glowing orb in the sky that we liked to call sunshine. Sadly, it is a distant memory …
Also once upon a time, I could see a magnificent mountain range from the back of my home, complete with a majetic mountain which caught the first rays of sunshine each morning on its peak.
We are assured that one day, sunshine will return. When will that be, we ask? When the rain ends, we are told …
The title of today’s post is referring to a large tree at the top of our garden, close to the street. It’s deciduous tree, and just before it loses its leaves it forms pretty yellow flowers, then these pink seed pods, as shown in the photo.
Husband curses this tree every year, as each seed has the potential to grow another tree, and they are rather large trees! We have two in the garden already – both of which we planted several years ago – so every year I go around pulling out the tiny trees as I see them taking root. Some people regard golden rain trees as a weed, but I quite like them, they are sturdy trees, and one of the few trees in our yard that change with each season.
There’s been plenty of the clear variety of rain falling from the sky today as well, which prevented me from taking my camera for a walk to the top of the garden to take a close-up photo of the tree. This photo was taken on full zoom from my front veranda. I spotted two kookaburras under the tree also, foraging for bugs in the wet earth.
For the next two day, fine weather is predicted! I’m sure you will forgive me for not holding my breath in anticipation of a dry day, but wouldn’t that be wonderful? Imagine, maybe I could do a few loads of washing, perhaps have a window or two open around the house, the dogs could spend some time out in the yard instead of indoors.
I might even see Mount Warning! We’ll have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
My house and garden spent most of the morning in the clouds, with a slight easing of the thick mist by the afternoon. Later this afternoon, the clouds and mist broke, revealing a stunning deep blue mountain scene, surrounded by tufts of clouds both above and below.
I had a sweet baby butcher bird hiding from the dismal day on my back veranda for a while too. Unfortunately, with the light of the day so dark, little butch blends in a bit. Luckily his white feathers allow him to stand out slightly against the dark background. 🙂
Summer Shower
By Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
In My World 