There wasn't much desire to get dressed and moving yesterday. The rain unleashed itself upon us like tidal wave from above. The rain was so encompassing that there was a wall of gray between me and the world beyond the front porch step. Looking across the street at my neighbor's house was like trying to see through parchment paper. It was gloomy, dreary, murky and a pall of gray made prospects for the day hard to imagine.
I peeked through the front door window to see how my flag was holding up as a lull came. I should have taken the flag down as it was getting harassed by the wind and water, but by the time I was aware enough to think of it, it was too late. My petunias created a sweet frame looking toward the flag.
While pulling my curtain aside, my eyes and ears took note of the bells hanging on the door. I rarely pay much attention to them, although they do alert us whenever someone comes in and out. There's a cowbell at the top that one of my nieces gave me years ago and a little bell that had hung from the door handle of a longtime local business which moved to a new location after decades. They left the bell behind. Sure it was just junky, tattered and crushed from all the times it got caught between the door and the frame, but to me it represented a tiny piece of local history, and it now resides on the inside of my front door.
I pried the bell back into some sort of spherical shape, but there was no hope for prettifying the rope. No matter, I like the tattered effect. It tells a story. On my door, there's also a large brass jingle bell hanging at the bottom.
The rain paused to catch its breath before coming back with a vengeance, and I peeked out the kitchen window onto the back patio. The raindrops on the glass were capturing the patio lights and created a pretty twinkling show amidst the dreary day.
I hope wherever you are, whatever the weather, you find a way to twinkle, bloom and see the other side of the downpours that come your way.
And don't forget to stop for a visit at some fun link parties!