We had an unexpected visitor the other night. He was just hanging out in the cassia blooms my mother brought in from her garden!
He made it safely back outside. Two days later my mother brought in more cassia flowers. She checked for caterpillars that time and found a baby frog stowaway. It seems the cassia plant is the place it be in her garden.
When its summer, I actually love rainy days. Everything is a little greener after an afternoon shower. I love the smell of wet pavement, the way the sunlight is a little less scorching and a little more golden when it peaks out from the grey clouds. It reminds me of going to Busch Gardens with my mother when I was younger. We would often plan our Busch Gardens days around thunderstorms. There were never any lines for rides after one!
Anyway, to make a long story short: rain in the summer is awesome. Rain in the winter, not so much. Eugh, winter rain. Almost as bad as the dreaded Wintry Mix.
After today’s afternoon shower, I took a few pictures of some of the blooming plants in the backyard.
I love crepe myrtle trees!
My mother’s Cassia tree just screams ‘summer’ to me as well, even though I took these photos in November. Minor detail.
I like to think of it as my kindred plant spirit. That sounds really deep at 4:15 am, but I really only feel that way because my name is Cassie.