Listening to the rain falling at night must be one of the coziest sounds there is. Autumn rains here are soft, more of a drizzle than a downpour, and most welcome. Rain fell intermittently most of the weekend here.
A few of my dahlia plants (just the pink ones, apparently) finally bloomed. During the summer, when I cut flowers for the house I take care to leave plenty in the garden for show. Now that autumn is here, I cut with abandon, knowing that rain and wind will hasten their demise.
The perfect symmetry of dahlias in their multiple forms is such a marvelous thing. I chose the dusty olive-coloured leaves of sage, and parsley gone to seed as fillers.
Our son challenged himself to cycle the Whistler Gran Fondo on Saturday. He biked 122 km from Stanley Park to Whistler in 4hrs 50 min, with a total elevation of 1900 metres (6200 ft). He and his wife went over on Friday night so we had the grands for the weekend.
The weather put a bit of a damper on our planned activities, but we managed to have lots of fun, including some time between rain showers on the beach. A large pile of driftwood logs was the perfect playground, complete with tunnels and hiding places.
I took a short walk along the path while Tim supervised the log playground. The day was dull, but bright yellow flowers (I'm not sure of their name) added some colour to the scene.
After months with no measurable rain, we're glad to see rain clouds again.
When we arrived home from the beach, I strolled around the garden with my snippers. A zinnia, cosmos, heliotrope, feverfew, and white geraniums make a pretty bouquet for the kitchen windowsill.
Linking with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Maggie of Normandy Life.