I don't know why I bother to continue in my quest to get a half decent photo of those darn peacocks! They live in the wild down along the road a bit and I've been trying to get them used to the sound of my car stopping for, oh, probably a year now. A few afternoons a week when I see them I stop and open the car door, watch them take to the hills, wait a few minutes, then continue on my way home telling myself they will get used to me soon. But they don't survive by being easily tamed and are wary, just like any wild creature.
Yesterday I slowed at the usual spot and there they were, right at the edge of the road. I thought this is it, finally I will get that shot. But by the time I stopped they had scattered. My camera was right beside me on the front seat but I was still too slow. All I got a photo of was a puddle and the hills. I think I can see one of them in the photo but it could be a bit of wood.
Ahh, well, one day!
To find the bright side, I let my heart feel happy to see how the green is returning to the countryside. After all the moaning I did about the drought, how brown the grass was and in some places there was no grass at all, I should share the joy of good rain. (There is a difference between rain and good rain but that's a bit boring.) Over the past couple of weeks we've had light rain here and there and slowly the land has been responding. The past couple of days we've had good rain followed by sunshine and warmth and the grass is leaping out of the ground. My lawn hasn't been mowed for over a month and now, just since the weekend, it has taken off.
When the sun came out after a heavy shower this afternoon I sat on the deck feeling happy with the world admiring the raindrops lingering on leaves.