Rain, rain down....

Last night was filled with odd dreams. As well as odd thoughts that made perfect sense. I had one thought of a black square that was inside an envelope, it being inside an envelope was to prove something....can't quite remember the something that was trying to be proven, thankfully I don't remember the details when that happens...it always makes for a strange day, the morning after, trying to figure out why you thought that thought was so good!! Anyway, the rain is falling now, only a screen door separates me from being completely soaked. The rain is good! Not only for its value but for its smell, sound and the sights. The garden really needs the rain. Yesterday I picked some cherry tomatoes and peas. A large bowl of peas became a small bowl of peas once we took them out of their pods. The girls and I worked on the peas together. I told them how I used to help my grandmother with the peas she picked. I remembered how helping was a great way to spend time with my grandparents. Even though they had certain chores they had to do, they would let me help. They included me. Whether it was peeling apples and me eating the apple peels or taste testing the frosting or watching the beans soak, it was time spent. The girls reserved some of the bigger peas to make maracas. Now they're drying on the counter. My youngest asked if they were ready to be maracas only 20 minutes after we put them out to dry. The simple mind of a child is priceless and yet a little redundant at times...So now, as the rain is falling, a cup of coffee is calling for me. The porch beckons me to join it so I shall relinquish my will and do as they command.