I woke to the sound of rain on maple leaves. No streaks of pink sky out the window like on the hot days. Everything was cool and gray.
I lay in bed listening as the rain eased. Best to let the dogs out before it started up again, so I was out early preparing for the rain and wind from Tropical storm Isaias.
I took my shorts and towel off the line from yesterday’s swim in the Battenkill, put the cushions from the rockers under the apple tree in the barn, and rolled up the bamboo shades on the front porch.
In the garden, I picked the ripe cherry tomatoes and a small zucchini.
The first sunflower was deciding whether or not to come out, most of it’s petals still folded over its face, a few reaching out, like a game of peek-a-boo. A Daddy-long-leg found a temporary home there, protected from the rain for now.