Our impromptu rain-gage is maxed out and everything in the garden – and as far as the eye can see – is thrilled. And almost everybody I talk to is thrilled. I oversee – as in overhear – on the news that there is some flooding and I hope it is only inconvenience flooding (I’m not going to look).

Here, the leaves are being washed off of the trees and the birdbaths are self filling.

The only one that I know who isn’t thrilled is Precious Mae. For the last couple of weeks, since it started rain, Precious Mae has been forced to lounge around the house all day and that is nowhere near as interesting as hiding out in the great outside.