This Time Every Year

Spring rain in the Holler.

One handed shooting from under the umbrella.

Not time to uncover the garden, in case of snow showers!

Watching the Forsythia burst into blossom. It happens quite literally. 

Wet sculpture among the Hydrangeas.

Colors in the mist.

Pretty Pansies at my doorstep. 

After a long winter the moss is thirsty! Turning bright green in it's haste to absorb the rain, slippery too. 

Colors are popping in the rock garden.

Daffodils, their heads bowed, under the weight of the rain drops.

Happen's every year, rain for a day and then Tulips appear!