The wind blew pretty fiercely most of the night, which always heralds a weather change. Rain walloped the northern half of our state yesterday, but there was fear that the rain would miss us here in the south valley, which happens more often then not.
I woke up in the middle of the night to hear the rain pounding on our roof. I let out a deep breath of relief. I may not be able to ride for a day or two, but it is so worth it. We have been in such a severe drought for the past three years (or more) that even the sound of rain has been sorely missed.
I love mugs, but I am really picky about the shape, texture, and image. These two mugs are absolutely perfect for a cup of tea. They're big, thick, and simply beautiful.
So as I sit here this morning and think about my day, I am serenaded by the rain while enjoying my tea from a beautiful piece of art. Life is pretty good. Have a great Friday!
Post Publish edit: heading to the cabin this weekend (I think), so I'll see you all on Monday.