The bloom of time

The roof of our old gazebo looked very wabi-sabi in the rain yesterday. The "bloom of time" is on many things around this place, including the inhabitants.

It's been raining for two days, with no end in sight. You are used to me complaining about the rain, but this is a warmish, soaking rain that the plants love. Although we could do without the blustery wind this morning.

The tulips are looking for a little sun to pop open. There seem to be more than ever-- what a gift. Some of the fancier varieties peter out after the first year, but the cheaper yellow and red ones come back and even seem to multiply. 

Speaking of coming back, today the family will be through Seattle again on their way home from the coast.  I took a turkey out of the freezer this week-- which is sounding like a pretty good dinner on a wet and windy spring night.