I love a rainy day. Overnight the temperatures dropped and we awoke to a brisk chill in the air and wind blowing rain in sheets across the meadow. It’s the type of weather that makes one want to snuggle beneath the down comforter and just listen to the patter on the roof. The birds were happy, the gardens were happy and later, with a hot mug of java, I was happy to linger at the window and watch the activity at the bird feeders. There will be a slower pace today. No garden chores. No pulling the hose out to water the baby grass or the hydrangea in pots.