Just when I thought it was never going to rain again, we're having a rainy weekend. Our weather radio woke us up at 2 a.m. to tell us that we might also be visited by a tornado, but when I got up and looked at the online radar, it didn't look all that bad, so I stopped worrying and went back to sleep. Looks like there are more storms on the way, though. Lady (who is terrified by thunder) will have to take a thunder pill and go to her closet.
The photo: Bill's "Guild" iris, which he dug up nearly 30 years ago from the Co-op Guild House in Austin, where he lived while he was going to U.T. The Guild House is long gone, but the iris have thrived. They're the first iris to bloom in our garden, and there's nothing so lovely as their rain-wet purity. Behind them, a Jerusalem sage, soon to bloom. The garden is obviously loving the rain.
I'm reading Cuckoo Brow galleys this morning. I just wrote an Amazon blog post about galleys (what they are, their place in the process of book production). One thing I might add to that: the copy editor for the Cottage Tales series is really good: careful, thoughtful, not meddlesome. Not all copy editors are equally talented, and there's nothing worse than one who is learning the trade on your manuscript. (We've had our share of those.) So I'm happily looking forward to a full day of reading.
Reading Note, from Henry Beston's wonderful book, The Outermost House: A day of rain, another bright week, and all earth will be filled with the tremor and the thrust of the year's new energies.