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The Perfect Storm

This first day or summer, Solstice Morning, it was grey, and muggy, and windless; a sultry morning. The woman I love is on the West Coast visiting family, a new grandson has just arrived. So I am home alone except for two cats, and have been so for more than a week. Perhaps understandably, I am a bit maudlin and feeling a wee bit contemplative. Tonight the forces of nature caught my attention and prompted me to write this post. Please forgive me for this crude attempt at philosophical prose.

My roses, as though celebrating the Solstice are all a-bud and many new blooms open daily. The spring rose flush comes over a period of weeks here in the north. No wealth of bloom riches, but an abundance of individual roses and blooms providing me with a very satisfactory stock of colour, form and fragrance.

I spent the morning wandering my garden, sipping my coffee, laced with Maple Syrup, cutting blooms and arranging posies in the house. Quiet time, contemplative time, garden time. The cats liked it too.

This afternoon I was invited to a friend's home for a pool party and pot luck dinner. Good times, though these are all friends with whom I run and ski and cycle, not a gardener amongst them. It was a good day, quiet morning, social afternoon and then home just before dusk.

Of course I went out to the garden this evening, myself and the cats. We wandered and strolled, the cats patrolled. Peaceful, fragrant, a secret garden all our own. But as we went, we could see the dark clouds rolling in from the west and then hear the distant roll of thunder.

Next a breeze stirred the hot, sultry air. A cool breeze rustling the leaves of the big Maple trees and gradually getting stronger. An occasional drop of rain, intensifying wind and the flash of lightning in the distance. I called to the cats and we made our way to the big covered deck at the front of the house. The skies grew darker, the wind and rain increased, and then it was upon us; a summer storm, relief from the sultry heat, ten minutes of thunder, lightning, cool wind and blessed rain. A gift from God!

As quickly as it started, it began to move on, a glimpse of lighter skies in the dusky western evening sky and then ragged breaks in the dark clouds. Still, the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled as the storm moved steadily to the East. But it was a perfect storm! Vigorous, but not harsh, brief, a blessed rain and a glorious show of lightning and thunder. The kind of storm one welcomes, rather than fears. And now it is gone. I know my garden and my roses will be all the better for it.

Weather is still a force of nature far beyond human control, it humbles us and can make even jaded city folk pay attention to the fact that we are small and insignificant in the great scheme of things. We hear in our technological world every day of storms that destroy. But never do we hear of the storms that bring a welcome breeze to cool us, soft rain to sustain us and the gentle reminder that we are not separate from the non-human world around us.

I am so thankful for the return of the rains and the thunder storms that are the norm in this place. Two years of heat and drought are over. Life goes on.

Cheers, RRL

Comments (17)

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Happy you got some rain!

  • 13 years ago
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    Rick, I loved reading this and something about the evocative nature of your writing made me feel what you were feeling, and very much as though I were beside you, not able to replace the love in your life, but at least a fellow gardener and nature lover, who can deeply appreciate everything you're describing, including those kitties.

    Ingrid

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Good post: thanks for sharing! And congratulations on your thunderstorm. As you wrote, they can be beautiful.

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    An enjoyable post, but more importantly, congratulations on the birth of the new grandson to the woman you love. Keep some for yourself, too, if appropriate. Kim

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Rick

    Evocative prose. Thank you for sharing your reflections. There's something about gardening which encourages both contemplative mental activity and journaling, I think.

    I remember sudden, brief summer storms like you described, both in Texas and Minnesota. I don't know whether it's the electricity or the scent of wet soil or the drumming of the rainfall, but storms like yours always feel to me as if they're cleansing more than just earth and air. They're like a good, deep breath that reaches all the way to the center of the universe.

    Congratulations on your love's new grandchild and congratulations that you have so many caring people (and cats) in your life!

    In appreciation of your thoughts and experiences--
    Carol

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Thank you so much for making a post like this. I loved reading it. I hope you might do this again in the future.

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Thank you all for the kind words. Every once in a while the stars align and I try to find the words to express what my garden means to me.

    The fact that my darling wife has been away for quite some time brought on a wee bit of melancholy. I miss her much, as do her cats. But she is enjoying an extended and well deserved immersion in family, our daughter, our son, her parents and siblings and all the rest of her family.

    Our daughter was married to a wonderful young man a year and a half ago and they both want children badly. This wee addition to the family; Miles Adrian, a rather classy name don't you think; is our second grandchild. But grandmama needed to be there for his arrival of course. We will both be going out west in the early fall, so I will get to meet and spoil him then.

    I mentioned spending time with friends, none of whom have any interest in a garden. Wonderful friends, but my passion for roses seems strange and of no interest to any of them. Not one has come to see the roses in bloom. Hence, last night, I felt the need to come here to tell those of you who understand about the perfect storm that cleansed my garden and my spirit.

    Thank you all for understanding and vicariously enjoying my beautiful garden with me.

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    Smiles, Rick

  • 13 years ago
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    Mad, foot-stomping, whistling applause here for your well-expressed, heart-felt prose on roses and philosophy and storm etc - no need for forgiveness - just hope to see more :)

    Karen

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Thank you so very much. That peaceful prose was a wonderful start to the day, 'way down here in dry Southern California. Bless you.

    Jeri

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Smiles back to you, Rick, and thank you for the rose and garden share.

    At first I didn't catch that the newest grandchild was your very own, too. I'm sending extra congratulations!

    Carol

  • 13 years ago
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    Rick---your post touched my heart----I almost felt as if I were walking through your garden with you---I love a rain storm----made me think of one of my favorite songs
    It is an old song with many lovely thoughts the line about the flowers lifting their thirsty heads to the rain is my favorite---Maybe you can find the lyrics on "You Tube"----the name ---"Twas just a garden in the rain"---I forget the group who sang it----I have an old recording of it which I still play very often

    Florence

  • 13 years ago
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    Beautiful writing, Rick. I know how you felt - being in that sort of melancholy mood sometimes brings out the most lovely flow of words, does it not? I'm sure you enjoyed writing this post and I am quite certain that we all benefited from reading it. Thank you sir! (And congratulations on the birth of your second grandchild, as well!)

  • 13 years ago
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    Florence,

    Thank you for telling us about your favorite song. I did a web search and found the version at the link below. What a gorgeous song. This version is by the Canadian songstress and jazz pianist Diana Krall whom I adore. Hope you enjoy listening to Diana singing your favorite song.

    Anne, its good to see you posting. I hope your new house and garden are bringing you joy. And yes, I did enjoy writing this post. Lots of quiet time alone and a lonely garden, peaceful, calm and yes, a little melancholy. Much like Zephy's favorite song.

    Peace my rosy friends,

    Rick

    Here is a link that might be useful: Diana Krall

  • 13 years ago
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    Beautiful post and pics - congrats on your new grandson. Miles is a great name and I hope you get to visit him soon.

  • 13 years ago
    last modified: 11 years ago

    Beautiful post and pics - congrats on your new grandson. Miles is a great name and I hope you get to visit him soon.

  • 13 years ago
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    Rick--I don't have Flash Player so I could not hear the singer you mentioned but I did play the Gene Austin Version---this was recorded in 1929 and includes verse and chorus----which was interesting---BTW---that was the year I was born---LOL the record sounded scratchy sort of like me-----LOL

    Florence

  • 13 years ago
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    Thank you for walking us through your day. Absolutely beautiful writing, it was a pleasure to read. Thank you.