Glory, Feeding Time, Water Color

1. The abundance of blooms are enough to sustain me. Everywhere I walk or drive, nature shouts, "Glory, glory, glory!"
2. I had the rare chore of feeding the horses this evening. I liked being out in the misty rain because it brought a hush over everything. A lone bird sang with the rain. I walked past the ancient pear tree and studied its gnarled form, I smelled the sweet grain, the good hay and the wet earth. On second thought, this wasn't a chore, it was a privilege.
3. Tess and I are alone for a bit and the house is very quiet. I sit on the porch to enjoy the rain. It deepens all the colors.