I LOVE THE RAIN!!!
It has been raining off and on for the last 4 days. I love it. This means I don't have to spend money watering the lawn and flowers. It also means I can't cut the grass. This is bad because when it does dry out enough to make the mower effective, the grass will be so tall that it will take twice as long. It was a good time to fertilize, though.
I love the rain for more than just cost savings. I love the smell of the air after a rain. I like the sound of rain drops hitting the window. And I love watching La Nina splash in the puddles when it stops. But I think my love of rain is more deep seated than just the joy of the moment.
I grew up in southern Colorado. Even though my home was surrounded by mountains, the area where I lived was desert. It is literally one of the driest places in North America. There was not much besides sage brush, cactus, and rattlesnakes. When it rained, it was something special, almost a religious experience, because we didn't see it that often. All farming was done with irrigation, and every lawn was watered twice a week.
It amazed me when I moved to Ohio that it rained so much. The first year I lived here was a dry one by Ohio standards, and it was the most rain I had ever seen. People thought I was strange because I would go to the window at work, and watch the rain though my entire lunch break. They would complain about the rain, and I would cheer it on. It was still very special to me.
Now that I have lived here for 8 years, some, but not all, of the novelty has worn off. I find myself missing the 300 days of sunshine we got in Colorado. I miss the clear, cloudless skies. And I miss the excitement I felt when I thought that maybe, just maybe, it might rain.
Later,
Deej
It has been raining off and on for the last 4 days. I love it. This means I don't have to spend money watering the lawn and flowers. It also means I can't cut the grass. This is bad because when it does dry out enough to make the mower effective, the grass will be so tall that it will take twice as long. It was a good time to fertilize, though.
I love the rain for more than just cost savings. I love the smell of the air after a rain. I like the sound of rain drops hitting the window. And I love watching La Nina splash in the puddles when it stops. But I think my love of rain is more deep seated than just the joy of the moment.
I grew up in southern Colorado. Even though my home was surrounded by mountains, the area where I lived was desert. It is literally one of the driest places in North America. There was not much besides sage brush, cactus, and rattlesnakes. When it rained, it was something special, almost a religious experience, because we didn't see it that often. All farming was done with irrigation, and every lawn was watered twice a week.
It amazed me when I moved to Ohio that it rained so much. The first year I lived here was a dry one by Ohio standards, and it was the most rain I had ever seen. People thought I was strange because I would go to the window at work, and watch the rain though my entire lunch break. They would complain about the rain, and I would cheer it on. It was still very special to me.
Now that I have lived here for 8 years, some, but not all, of the novelty has worn off. I find myself missing the 300 days of sunshine we got in Colorado. I miss the clear, cloudless skies. And I miss the excitement I felt when I thought that maybe, just maybe, it might rain.
Later,
Deej
posted by deejinator at 7:16 AM
1 Comments:
Funny how we go from link to link, blog to blog and end up commenting on someone's post! I'm actually in CO (moved here 4 yrs ago) - and we're doing exactly what you said, WAITING FOR THE RAIN... it's been gorgeous here, in the high 70's and clear and sunny daily (as it always is!). - Cindy
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