We had a lovely soaking rain for about 24 hours, starting late yesterday morning.
So unusual for this time of year around these parts. Yesterday's high was 72 in the cottage garden. Quite drizzly. Last year on that date, our high was 103, and we were in the middle of a critical drought.
But yesterday, the universe gave me wonderful weather for planting my backside on the couch and catching up on reading.
Which I did.
Okay, now this lotus is just toying with me.
I have been watching this bud for over a week now.
It gets bigger, and the color deepens but there's no hint of it opening.
I never understand ponders who post this kind of photo, and say something like...Well, I declare! I had no idea there was a bud. That flower just crept up on me...
Do they not visit their ponds every day? If not, what's the point?
My pond is one of the little bitty pieces of nature entrusted to me that restores my soul.
And so this morning, one of the wees got bolder and came out with the grown-ups for the morning feed.
He's (she? do not know - have not looked between the tiny little fins) a new one to me.
There are two other new-to-me wee ones also.
Which now brings us up to six.
And I fear that's really something like 36, or 76...
They do like their citrus.
The journey is good.
And full of all sorts of interesting surprises.