It was windy yesterday, but it rained. My garden received about 10mls and the dust and ash washed from the tired leaves.
Something has discovered passionfruit is edible; something that munches almost perfect huge round holes in the fruit. It must be resolute to munch through the bitterness of a passionfruit shell.
I am so thankful for rain that sharing a few passionfruit with some creature is a joy. After the tension of waiting for any drop of rain to moisten my garden, just a few mls is enough to make me thankful. When I lived in Auckland, rain was a constant gift and yet for me a depressant and reason to complain.
God sends some of us to Australia to learn to be thankful for rain!
An old poem I read this morning:
Things that hurt and things that mar
Shape the man for perfect praise;
Shock and strain and ruin are
Friendlier than the smiling days. Anon
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