After the Storm

I haven't much to say (which is definitely one of the least engaging opening sentences ever) but it seemed about time that I updated this blog. I do, after all, have a handful of loyal and beloved readers, and I don't want you to think I have perished.

I was sick so long, I'd forgotten how good not-sick feels, and it's wonderful.

I believe I have officially recovered.

And just in time for rain! We've had intense bouts of it, whipping at the windows, greening the grass, churning up the ocean. When we stepped outside this morning, we saw that nature had rearranged the vines that used to lean gracefully against our house, secured by wires that snapped in the wind.

Above is our entryway now.

But I love poking around the morning after a storm. Birds were splashing in puddles. Oranges lay on the muddy ground, beaded with raindrops. The rain gauge registered nearly three inches.

And as you can see in the photo above, the creek is flowing again. A few broken branches and a rusty old wrench had washed up on its banks. Big ocean tomorrow, and more rain on the horizon.

I'm so grateful to be here, not coughing.