It rained this week. Did I say rained? No, it poured!
That’s to be expected, I suppose. After all, it is the middle of November. And we’ve been told it will be a La Nina year, and that for the Northwest means wet, wet, wet. Wet and chilly and dark early.
Phoo! Spring can’t come too soon.
Which is why my trip outside today was so amazingly spectacular. The rain stopped and the sun came out. I kicked my way though the mounds of red and golden leaves, up behind the scarlet Japanese Maple, and that’s where I saw it… an Easter lily in full bloom!
Last Easter, I brought that lily home from church—droopy, but still joyful—and I planted it in the ground. Not only did it take, but it multiplied. Now there are three plants. And besides the open bloom, three more buds are ready to pop.
It’s exactly what I needed. A rain lily. Now I’ll be okay until spring.
“One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.”
Anne Morrow Lindbergh