I woke to the sound of rain outside my window this morning and it's falling outside the window beside me now. It stopped long enough to start a walk with my fellas (Max, Charly, and Frankie) but started back up again before we got back home. But they didn't seem to mind it and I had an umbrella, so it was a nice change. It's a soft, soaking rain - just the kind we need right now to soothe the thirsty ground and trees and wash the dust off of everything...including my van.
The good news is it's supposed to rain off and on for three whole days! Not enough to raise the lake or fill our pond, but enough to wash the pollen out of the air for awhile, thank goodness.
The sun will be back out in a few days, drying out the caliche, and my van window will be covered in dust again. But now I'll see the dust in a whole new way - my friend Cliff sent me an email this morning about a dust artist just down the road from me in San Marcos. He uses his dusty window as a palette, creating works of art for everyone behind him on the highway to see. To see his amazing creations, go to his website (you can also read articles about him here and here.)
