Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Rain on my Parade

It has been raining almost the entire time we have been here. I get out sporadically when the rain is not falling.

I got out yesterday and went to the library. A spam comment slipped through the Blogger
filter so I have temporarily reactivated the word verification thing.

After the library I stopped at the cemetery. It was drizzling rain. We pass the cemetery often when we are here but I needed to stop in for a few minutes. I was back in the truck when "the bottom fell out" and so I joined with the clouds in shedding tears. My grief does not consume my every moment but I do not push down my grief when it comes to the surface. I feel it and I go on.

When I got back to the house it was not raining so I donned a quite fashionable green raincoat of my husband's and my rubber rain boots and went out to the woods to try and catch raindrops with my big camera.

Parts of my trail were flooded over and I had a good time sloshing through the water.

Fortunately the rain did not fall again while I was out.

I believe this is my favorite photo of the day. I love the reflections in the water.

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  1. ahhhhhhh...your vacation posts are so relaxing.

    And I really admire how you are handling your grief.

  2. Me too and me too. And I notice those snazzy rain boots you have on! I love your photos from up there, your retreat home. I love your posts and pics from there. rain or shine enjoy the quiet time.

  3. Wonderful rain photos. I would have a hard time choosing between the reflections one and the first running-water-on-the-path one. It's getting better, a bit at a time.

  4. "The rain falls on both the just and unjust fella; but mostly on the just because the unjust has stoled his umbrella".... but a little verse printed in Reader's Digest years ago that has stayed with me down through the centuries...

    The pictures, to me anyway, make it look peaceful out there, Annie...

  5. I think that's a healthy way to deal with the grief. Denying and repressing it is as bad as dwelling and reliving - you are acknowledging and feeling it. And then you keep walking, swampy or not, and chronicling the journey.

    Yep. Hero material right there.


    1. Thanks, Denise! Don't know about the hero stuff!

  6. ((((annie))))

    There's a French song that says "It always rains when we are sad..." I don't know exactly why I say this except that this song is playing in my head a lot in the last year, even when it's sunny. And it does seem like the sky weeps with us, doesn't it?

  7. I am totally lusting after your rain boots.

    I am glad you are letting yourself feel. And you are allowing yourself to do things.


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