A soft rain, almost a mist, graced the garden on Tuesday. It was different from the relentless downpours of this winter/spring and actually quite soothing.

I took photos to match one of my favorite piano pieces, happy that we finally had some blossoms opening on the roses, irises and lady’s mantle.

 

Let’s think of the raindrops as tiny prisms for light rather than tears in this week’s attempt at counterbalancing the world’s woes.