I entered the garden - a dripping and wet world of deeply rain soaked earth and globes of water hanging off every leaf.
At first I thought how quiet it seemed, other than for the sound of the falling rain. Then I heard the peeping of a hundred tiny birds, playing in the red maples and amongst the fallen leaves.
At first I thought how quiet it seemed, other than for the sound of the falling rain. Then I heard the peeping of a hundred tiny birds, playing in the red maples and amongst the fallen leaves.
