It finally rained.  A good, long soaking rain all Wednesday.

I sat inside and worked on projects.  Putting the story I have been writing online mostly…

It rained, and the ground was damp with moisture.

I stepped outside and the air was clean — no smoke, no dust.  Just air.

The rich smell of good soils and the sound of the water pushing the air out of the ground were intoxicating.

By yesterday, the skies had cleared completely.  And the bright blue over the sparkling clean leaves gave life a crisp new look.

We drove up the Olympic Peninsula to Port Townsend and took a ferry to Whidbey Island for the kite festival.  The winds were brisk and constant out of the west, shifting to a more northerly breeze in mid-afternoon.  There were kites of all sizes and shapes flying, floating (and only occasionally falling) as demonstrators and contestants enjoyed the first full day of Autumn.

And soon, I hope, we will have rain again.  But not until I spend some hours in the garden…


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