It was raining when I woke up today.
And it's been steadily raining all day.
But I did venture out to feed the birds and take a rainy day stroll.
I love the sound of raindrops. Pitter Patter, Pitter Pat.
They cling to branches and soak the ground,
releasing earth's fresh scent.
And making the moss extremely happy.
The Indian Plum trees are starting to bud.
The first trees to flower, here in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains.
The birds are becoming more talkative and the air is full of discussion.
Who will be my one true love?
And fly away with me!
The gentle mist rises and falls, changing the landscape minute by minute.
Floating over the rolling hills.
And highlighting singular beauty.
The cats are content to stay inside where the fire is crackling, warding off the damp chill.
Where Maggie can have a bird's eye view of the hummingbird feeder.
She doesn't have to wait long before there is a tiny visitor.
A male Anna's Hummingbird stands watch over the feeder, looking for rivals.
While Maggie lashes her tail and chatters her teeth, dreaming of hummingbird stew.
Raindrops form a jeweled edge, more beautiful than diamonds.
Dressing up the late winter landscape.
And magnifying the delicate beauty of nature's fleeting blossoms.