Rainy days–especially during the warmer days of spring and summer–tend to fill me with a sense of mellowness and nostalgia. Muted purples and greys further reflect this tranquil mood, and I find myself drawn to that dreamy world where the only sound is the drip, drip of raindrops rolling off the leaves of the trees.
Red bud trees are just beginning to leaf, their heart-shaped leaves pooling water until they can hold no more. Drip…drip…drip
The allium flowers spread their floral spindles outward, catching each gentle drop.
And when the rain is over, green slowly overcomes the gray, mixing with deepening purples…awaiting the warmth of the sun.
