I stepped outside in the early morning mist. It's going to rain today. A lot, I think. The air was heavy with moisture, and there was only a whisper of a breeze. I wanted to see my weed garden, and I wanted to see if the amaryllis had bloomed yet. As of yesterday afternoon, it hadn't. To my disappointment, it still hadn't, but I was delighted to see that the second spiderwort had.  Working in the flower bed yesterday, I thought it might be soon because of all the tiny buds I saw, but I was surprised to see the small flowers weren't bluish/purple like the first plant. They're white. Sweet white blooms. Three of them.  Free beauty.  Ok. It's now Friday morning. 24 hours after I started writing this post. Two kids under two happened. Apparently.  And, honestly, I don't even know where I was going with this post.  It began raining after lunch. It poured and stormed and thundered. Jack slept through it. Ella slept some, but not as much as she normally does.  Aft...