Don't you just love the peacefulness, the quiet settling that comes after a storm?
I woke up this morning, surprised that it was after 6 (and I was still so sound asleep) and still fairly dark outside. I realized that Keith never made it back to bed. Lucy, however, did make it back to her favorite sleeping spot. I crept downstairs and smiled to myself, seeing Keith spread out all over the couch, the kitchen chairs pulled up next to him as a barrier from our neurotic dog.
Went out to survey any damage. The porch swing all a mangle of bars and whipped off canopy. Table cloths and Saturday's swim party towels all strewn about, sopping on the floor. One of my ferns blown off the eaves. One of the van windows left open all night long. Still don't know how wet the seats got.
But when I walked across the lawn to the garden- yes, I was barefoot and boy did it feel nice- everything so vibrantly green and fresh. Washed clean, it seemed. The cabbages split overnight by all the moisture.
Water droplets clinging like little jewels as the sun shined on. Beauty all around me.