When the heavens finally opened

or 1.4mm of happiness

Its been fairly well documented that March and April this year have seen very little rain.  In my corner of Leicester the soil has dried to cracking point.  The thick clay of the garden kept precious moisture in for quite a while, but the past two weeks in particular have pushed it to the edge.

So it's predictable that we all rush out and take photographs of plants with raindrops on them.  It's predictable because a) it looks good and b) we are so flipping relieved we are finally getting some rain!

and yes, if I could keep the cats still long enough you would get a photograph of whiskers on kittens too (well, a big puppy of a kitten who could be confused for a bruiser of a cat these days)

enough already - its traditional to end with a song so: