A rainy Wellington day.
Drenched garden.
Reminds me of our new favourite movie, Singin’ in the Rain.
Just a sprinkle of rain…singin’…
…and dancin’ in the rain, images of my daughter dancing, pretending to tap, and singing.
Gene Kelly has inspired my little girl, I think she’ll take up tap next year 🌱
To look at, Gene reminds me of my father, the rolled up long sleeved shirts, slacks, his dark hair and boyish handsome looks, the cheeky sparkle in his eye…
Isn’t it curious that sometimes all it takes is flicker of recognition to pierce through into locked away memories, causing them to leak and sting. Ouch, why were things the way they were? Quick, lock them up again.
The past is past. Today is today, and today it’s raining!
Singin’ and dancin’ in the rain.
What a glorious feelin’…
I’m laughing at clouds.
The sun’s in my heart.
Come on with the rain…
I’ve a smile on my face.
Just singin’…
Singin’ in the rain…
Dancin’ in the rain…
I’m happy again.
I’m singin’ and dancin’ in the rain!
With joy in my heart.
I’m singin’ and dancin’ in the rain.
The last remnants of autumn.
Our Golden Delicious apple tree.
Autumn and rain. Favourites.
Have a wonderful day!
(This post is dedicated our friend Mark, we hope you’re having a wonderful time in the Big Apple!)
