So, anyway, today it was like living in a monsoon area, and then it was also not, it was dry and the forecast said cloudy - bearing that in mind, I said we could go to the Bark Park with the dogs, and ended up getting soaked in a thunder storm. Of course all my fault for looking at the wrong forecast ( Read more... )

As I sit here, trying to think how I should begin, to find the start of my path for the coming solar year, the rain outside is soaking the ground, the sky overhead is grumbling with thunder. The saying over here is that if there is thunder in the winter time, there will be snow a Tenday later, yet we are currently 'enjoying' record temperatures. ( Read more... )

What is my goddess making?
Saule is plaiting a sieve, a basket
in which to sift the spring rain.
Look! Her little daughter is dressed

in a garment of dew. Her fair hair
is hidden beneath a white veil
and over the viel is a wreath
her mother wove of fresh leaves.

--Lithuanian folksong

Spring rains may demand an umbrella, but we should celebrate ( Read more... )