March Madness

Rain non stop for 18 hours now. Bobby, my dog, looks at me like I am nuts to think about leaving the house. He is content for a quick release under the palm closest to the porch. The two younger cats sit smug and dry on the porch swishing tails, laughing, wondering at all the water outside. My oldest cat turns her back on the whole thing, smart thing she is, and returns to her private abode in my office...warm, dry, and dark. What else could you hope for on such a day ?
Outside the bromiliad cups are overflowing, the new roses maintain their blossoms despite the lashing rain, the cactus hope for the best and await the return of a hot hot Florida summer.