A Spring shower today sent me into the garden in the late afternoon, armed with my camera and a desire to find all the ways the rain was settling on my flowers.
My newly bloomed ranunculus were such a surprise. Shocking pink if ever there was!
Delicately poised, tumbling to the ground on a moment’s breath or the tiniest bump from my hand as I get close, the little drops are fleeting worlds that I love.
They’re a mirror, each and every one.
Tiny, watery mirrors. If it’s possible to enhance nature, the raindrops do a pretty good job.
A Callistemon is about to burst open but for now, water pools in its tiny branches.
They are pools of light.
Bubbles of poetry.
And if you look close enough, really look, symbols of all that’s good.
They might fall away and evaporate, but there’ll be more.
There’s joy in that.