It rained here, finally, two out of the last three nights. It has barely rained here all summer. Storms go north and south of us, but have missed us over and over again.

There has been just as dry a drought on this blog of ours. Like a dry patch of ground, a fierce writer’s block has stalwartly stood between me and journalling - a writer’s block fueled by some difficult events this summer, and a commanding lack of time.

Once you have let something slide, the hardest part perhaps is picking it up again for the first time in awhile. We’re starting small…..tiny raindrops….. but more is on the way.

The gardens are, of course, full of critters.  There’s thems we tire of (the moles, the slugs), and thems we can’t get enough of.  Here are three of them from our recent camera rolls.

Sleeping cat buried in weeds.

A mantis in the tomatoes

A 3 inch garden spider on its web above the strawberries.