Last week, I took these photos of the pond in the hills…
As you can see, I use the word "pond" lightly…
Instead of a pond, I think it had become a nightclub for raccoons! Looks like they have some pretty good dance moves down!
But then, something magical happened… It rained!
All it took was one good soaking two-incher on Sunday, and look…
"Yay, the neighborhood pool is open again!"
Now, it might look pretty nasty to us, but Max was in heaven!
He felt pretty frisky after his swim and wanted to play. I think he hurt Haley's feelings and she wandered off for a bit, but Belle was up for some rough-housing, as usual.
I'm so glad we got that puppy.
She's the perfect match for him.
Haley ventured back and Max apologized. That's my boy… quite the gentleman.
And then he attacked Belle again.
(Don't worry. They're just playing.)
(No, really. No one was hurt!)
(I'm serious! Although one day they slammed into me when they were playing like this and jarred my back…)
Anyway, to make up for these violent scenes, here's a wild onion bloom I discovered in our little front yard. I hope it helps you regain a sense of peace.
I don't think they're supposed to be blooming right now – this drought and then the rain has everything all mixed up. But I'm not complaining!
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
~ John Updike
Long Hollow 
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