Today has been a cold, rainy, dreary day, a fitting end to a dreary month.
October has been a long month. I haven't been in the garden very much, as there has been a lot of sickness in the family lately. Thankfully everyone is getting better, except for our four-year-old's beautiful red betta fish, aptly named Fishy, who lost the good fight today. We buried him in the rain, the grave site marked with a rock.
You can imagine how that went.
Some rain is good, and to a certain extent I think, some struggles in life are good. Much like a lot of rain makes us appreciate the sun, the hard days make us appreciate the blessings in our life.
The small beauties in life stand out much more against a background of ugliness, just like a small light looks so bright in a field of darkness.
Too much rain can be devastating, and I count my blessings that my family has made it through the torrents that we have experienced in our lives thus far.
After a torrent, we may have emerged a little worn and battered, but we are also hopefully a little stronger, a little wiser, a little more compassionate..
and a little more appreciative of the sun.
