Is there anything so completely knock-your-stockings-off gorgeous as a garden in the rain? When faced with the gentle showers of August in Georgia, I think Shakespeare might have written more sonnets about raindrops on waxy gardenia leaves instead of rattling on about love. Not that he rattled. Just that if he’d taken one look at my garden this morning, he’d have forgotten all about his muses.
A rainy garden always makes me feel as though I have come upon something unreal and dreamlike. Oh, to spend the morning lost in a garden and investigating each leaf through the lens of my camera in close-up mode! Each drop can be counted and fully appreciated. Each dripping tomato photographed like a crime scene. Not a single detail escapes this detective.
And the spider webs… well, there simply aren’t words to express the joys of finding those glittering strands of silk, heavy but undamaged by the rain. This particular web wrapped around the branches of a shrub in the front garden Why there, I wonder? The artist could not be found for comment —
What is the payoff for clumsily sorting tiny seeds, careful planning, backbreaking labor, and hours of peeling, blanching, and canning? Joseph Murphy said it best:
“Infinite riches are all around you if you will open your mental eyes and behold the treasure house of infinity within you. There is a gold mine within you from which you can extract everything you need to live life gloriously, joyously, and abundantly.”