photos, thoughts, and a question about squanderball

Grant us Lord a gracious rain.

It came yesterday, a full rain. I let it pour down on my face, and it felt drenching cool, quenching cool, restorative and generous.

This morning the Queen Anne's lace, all bent over, was strung with raindrops.



And the sun, rising, transformed the mist into glowing gauze. I didn't have my camera to catch the most magical moment, all rose and apricot-colored, but here's something from when it had climbed a little higher:



And some random thoughts:

Slippery-slope argum...