Our lawn is getting luscious already – what a therapeutic sight for sore eyes! Especially since we planted clover. It’s spreading like crazy and greener than green. It’s not shy; it’s butting in (or budding in?) all over the place, more trusting of this warmth than I am.
Here are some lovely words, in case the rain makes you glum. Think about thirsty plants and how happy they are. Then, think about how great it is to see and hear robins, now that they’re back.
The Rain, by William Henry Davies
I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
‘Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.
And when the Sun comes out,
After this Rain shall stop,
A wondrous Light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
‘Twill be a lovely sight.
Robin in the Rain, by Raffi
Robin in the rain,
Such a saucy fellow.
Robin in the rain,
Mind your socks of yellow.
Running in the garden on your nimble feet,
Digging for your dinner with your long, strong beak.
Robin in the rain,
You don’t mind the weather
Showers always make you gay.
Bet the worms are wishing you would stay at home,
Robin on a rainy day — don’t get your feet wet,
Robin on a rainy day!