sábado, 6 de septiembre de 2008

the perfection of Hanna

It rained today.

Perhaps that is an understatement. My local neighborhood raingauge read 9 inches, all of which fell, with the exception of some light overnight moisture, mainly between the hours of 10 a.m. and 5 p.m.

We watched it rain all day. Saturday Morning Cartoons broke a bit of the monotony of the earlier storm hours, and then we played games and did puzzles to fill the afternoon hours. At times there were some exciting gusts of wind, making us want for more as we watched the sheets of rain dance along the flooded street. However, with no tornado watches, no thunderclaps and no transformer explosions, it made for a relatively uneventful tropical storm pass.

Some are not so fortunate, as I have friends who are shop-vaccing out their basements as we speak. Thank God we had that french drain job done five years ago--right before Isabel hit us. It has kept the basement dry since.

After a delicious dinner served up by the Crock-Pot Queen, the Young Prince and I strode off, hand-in-hand, in the glorious post-storm wind gusts and clearing skies. Sidewalks are never as clean as they are following storms like this; the air is crisp and the different layers of clouds create a dizzying effect as I watch the darker, closer ones race through the lower atmosphere with the upper level white on blue sky serving as a somewhat less speedy backdrop.

As we jumped over puddles and muddy patches, we watched squirrels madly scrounging for the nuts that trees had released in the winds. I explained the mechanics behind rain gutters, sump pumps and flooded yards; and we could see with a leaf-created line in the neighbor's lawn just how high the water had come along the street during the height of the storm.

Returning home, we decided it was time to take advantage of a gardenful of pliable soil, so the Young Prince grabbed his Tonka Dumptruck and I grabbed handfuls of weeds and effortlessly ripped them from the mulch. I created small piles of weeds and the Young Prince dutifully loaded up the dumptruck and towed them away to the large pile that will go into the compost tomorrow, happily chattering the entire time.

We had to surrender to the darkness; neither of us wanted to end our cool, humid garden time but so had arrived the hour of being unable to see enough of the weeds anymore to make a difference. I did not bother to wear gloves today as I wanted to feel the cool, wet earth between my fingers and was in the mood to dig the dirt out from under my fingernails.

It had been so long since a good soaking rain was enjoyed. The crickets sound happy, the worms were squiggling gaily...

...there was a thirst. And it was quenched. Perfectly so.

10 comentarios:

  1. I love being outside after a storm, when the wind is still kicking the leaves around a bit, but the sky is clearing, and the rain has stopped. Autumn at its best.

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  2. Gosh, I can almost smell the air while reading this post! What a great description! I too love post-storm (and during storm too). And its always good to know another composter! I too love the earth in my hands. Ah! Sounds so nice. Its WAY dry here.

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  3. It was a beautiful storm. The air last night and this morning is so crisp and clean. I love it! The world seems just a tad brighter this morning, as if everything is clean and sparkling.

    It sounds like you enjoyed a wonderful rainy day.

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  4. it's times like that when you realize how fortunate you are yes?

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  5. What beautiful writing Mama Llama! I ate up every crafted word; this will be a lovely piece of writing for your son to read later and to cement a memory of a perfect time together for mother and son. So important; so precious.
    Just beautiful! Thank you!

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  6. There's nothing better than a good summer storm and the clean smell everything has after. Glad you two enjoyed it.

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  7. I love how earthy and grounded you are, Mama Llama. I'm glad I can voyeuristicly enjoy a mega rainstorm like that you through. (It's been damn hot here in Bay Area)

    What's a sump pump?

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  8. Any chance you could send some of that rain this way?

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  9. (and of course I meant vicariously, not voyeuristically)

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  10. Arial, it is lovely. I am holding out for a wonderful Autumn this year!

    T, isn't the fresh smell following such a rain just perfection? And yes, I compost and am proud of it!

    TE, sounds like you enjoyed the rainy day much more than I did, for better reasons...8 of them, to be exact! ;)

    Z, YOU ARE RIGHT. But you are rarely wrong, so...

    Kay, I'm starting to realize how important it is to keep something written for my children to read one day. I guess we all do what we can--while still LIVING!

    Brad, you got it. We don't get that as much out here as in the PacNW, so I have to take it whenever I can get it!

    Hot in the Bay Area, Dads? :) Well, you'll get it in the winter, I'm sure. Are you serious on the sump pump? It is a pump that empties the water out from the recesses under the house, around basements, etc. We had one in my childhood home in So.OR, but I just have a french drain around this house. This house is on a slope, so the drain does just fine, without having to worry about a pump breaking down! Oh, and I welcome all kinds of enjoyment, voyeuristic and otherwise (snicker!).

    Citizen, if I were The All Powerful, I would change the jet stream around just for you.

    Be well, all.

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