It rained a bit yesterday-- a ridiculous amount, actually. Couple inches. I snapped this picture of a neighboring house. As the rain fell on the roof the wind carried the water up and over the peak then a plume of water arced down on the other side. A different kind of rainbow!
This pair of socks shows up more or less every other Wednesday. Each serves its original function, each lost a previous mate. They still do their jobs, but something is different. This may or may not be a metaphor for something.
These lilies, like the socks, got a second chance. They were in the wild flower garden where such beauties were systematically being choked out by the ditch lilies and such. I lifted these and placed them along the fence near the house where we enjoy them daily.
I counted sixty buds on this one the day before the first bloom opened. What a display now!