solar rain

this is reputed to be a ridiculously sunny island so when it rains there is a sense of relief and comfort. this morning the air was still and almost imploded with anticipation. i planted spinach and plucked some archived chard-blitva in the local lingua-in my compact garden. Taku, my Japanese neighbor who swells the ranks of foreigners in the village to a whopping two, came over with the salvaged wooden bed sides that he trimmed for my kitchen-shelf-to-be.
and now it's raining. steadily, diligently through the birdsong-they are no help to know when it stops dripping as they sing on-and watering the olives, budding lemons and mandarins, flourishing artichokes and lavender greening up. I can still hear the lament of the weed whackers but anticipate the wet may silence them soon.

chirps abounding

spring is in the air and throbbing in the wildflowers. bird activity is high with sounds to accompany. i'm procrastinating morning yoga and accepting the avian voices as a call to prayer. the church bells are sounding nine so it's well nigh time to call for loosening of muscles and mind.