After months of no rain, we are getting steady rain that does not let up. No Florida sunshine. Clouds. Thunder. Downpours, Drizzle, Mists. The stones beneath our feet are beginning to turn green with moss or algae or whatever it is. The walls and floors of the house are damp. All the blankets have that heavy not quite wet feeling.
I don't mind. I like the rain. I like the indoors. Bright sun burns my skin and a lot of heat makes me feel stifled.
We had a break in the rain yesterday, and I went out into the garden for a little photo shoot.
These are the Bleeding Hearts. They are rioting crazy.
I could have sworn they were going to die with the freezes we kept getting this winter. A freeze is a big deal in Florida. The green all died back and they were nothing but brown stalks. Nothing else in the garden did that. They looked done for.
But after a week of rain, they are bursting forth with these faded papery looking blooms. Just a couple of red ones full blown.
I was amazed. They are still closed, but even still, to me they look like they are moving. Flowers in action, standing in place.
Take this all to mean whatever metaphor about my life that you wish.