It is STILL raining in our little piece of Texas, and I’m still loving it. I checked the calendar, and we are officially past the middle of September, and the grass is green verdant.
This late summer blessing has made me a bit homesick for Illinois, where we lived when I was in high school. We lived in O’Fallon, and had the most wonderful property there. Our backyard was huge, sloping down from the house to a little creek at the property line. I remember how lush the lawn was, with strong blades of grass that you could just sink your feet in. I recall how the sunlight would trickle down through the trees and sprinkle on the perennial beds below.
I like brown, and the harsh edges of sagebrush, yucca and prickly pear that decorate my yard now. There’s a stark beauty to it. But oh, to have green grass in September. Every year.
Keeping the Faith 
The rain really is beautiful. Unfortunately I park outside and under a tree, so my car is rather disgusting right now. Sometimes I wish I didn't live in the city just so I could see something like you describe.
Look at that beautiful new blog header! I feel like we really are getting fall in Austin with temps many days under 85 — I don't know that I remember a “real autumn” anymore. I'll take this one.
I think I just saw Noah float by up here in Northern AL, so I hear you on the rain. There is no more talk of draught, though!!
I just stopped by your blog. I enjoyed my read. I'll be checking in on you often.
Had to tell you that I love your header. It's beautiful.