Rain? We have rain? Then we are not in Arizona are we?

It rained all day today and quite heavily for most of the day.  It has been 17 years since I saw this much rain in such a short time.  Even in the Monsoon season of Arizona, it does not rain this much or for such an extended period of time.
I went with the Relief Society President to visit some of the members.  The first member we visited is an artist and she has quilting books and many different kinds of art books on her shelf.  I was fascinated and we got into a conversation on how to turn her art work into a quilt.  One of her designs is something Caryl Bryer Fallert would   quite possibly produce - lots of swirls and fractals. We discussed how best to obtain transparency in the quilt using tulle or organza.  She has a Greyhound dog, it is a rescue dog from the Adopt a Greyhound program.  It is a lovely dog and well kept and well mannered.  Her house is for sale and it is a quaint New England style home that is very welcoming.  The only drawback is that it is hard to access and there is absolutely no parking available.  She is a gardener and has flowers still blooming in her yard.  I loved the peaceful atmosphere in her home and the creativity that she has. 
The next home we went to was a nursing home.  The lady we were to visit was in there for rehab after some sort of illness but when we got there, she had already been discharged - about an hour before we got there. So we stopped at a Subway and ate lunch before going on our way to the third lady.  This lady lives out in the country and has a small farm.  She raises rabbits and goats and has a few cats and dogs in the mix for good measure.
The clouds were low on the hills as we drove and it seemed like they had extended foggy fingers into the sides of the hills, perhaps in an attempt to become connected with the earth.  Perhaps these fingers might have even been scratching the hills back or doing a massage for them.  In any case, it led me to think o f all kinds of things that foggy fingers could do as they curled around the trees on the hills.  I wonder if it tickled and if the hill, in its own way giggled with delight to have someone come to play.
Many years ago we were driving along the Shenandoah Valley and saw similar foggy fingers digging into the ribs of the Blue Ridge mountains and I thought it was an attempt to connect earth to sky and never let go.
I took some pictures today of the houses and fields in Maine, I hope that you like them.  There is an ethereal quality in landscapes when it is raining and I tried to capture this.