The Return

It's been over half a year since I last posted and, uneventful (relatively speaking) though things tend to be around Frogpond, I suppose it's time to write something.  And the something is...IT RAINED!!!  I don't mean the teaser-sort of pitter-pat precipitation that I've called anything wet and clear that fell from the sky these past seven (or is it eight?) years.  No, these have been land-drenching storms that lasted for days, formed waterfalls cascading down the hillsides and turned the landscape green and mossy with mushrooms joyfully popping up all over the place.  That kind of rain.  Happy sigh.

Of course, it also caused some severe flooding in the Valley, land, mud and snowslides in the mountains, and sent many of our drought-weakened trees crashing down.  But all of these weather catastrophes do little to (dare I say it?) dampen my enthusiasm for the wet stuff.  Looks like we're going to have an awesome wildflower display later this spring.

Our abundant winter storms have brought this large muddy hole the miracle of transformation to its former self.

















Voila!  At last the magic has returned and the pond is back to reflecting the blue of the sky like a serene mirror.


I'm realistic and know that the water will recede throughout the long summer, but for now I'm just grateful for this beautiful spring.  I'm celebrating the return of a friend who's been gone for far too long.