Spring rains are quite special, progressing with soft, light precipitation. Newly leafed out plants almost murmur their pleasure at the cleansing and nourishment of nature’s libation.
Walking this morning, John and I got a major dose of spring rain, colorfully evident before we left on the weather radar, returning home dripping and ready for towels and a change of clothing.
Meanwhile, the house is redolent, as promised, with Chinese five-spice rubbed ribs slow-roasting in the oven.