I’m a color and light addict, and these days, Bedlam Farm is a rainy place with occasional sunshine. Sometimes, I feel like we’re living in the Amazon rainforest. As a born city body, I am allergic to many things sprouting here.  I am nothing but adaptable; I’ll go where Mother Nature goes. So  I’m sneezing a lot.

Today, I realized again that rainy days can be as beautiful as sunny days, so I set out to put my money (and Leica) where my mouth is. You have to be willing to be wet.

As I always do on the farm, I found a great deal of beauty, and I wanted to share it with you.

I was unconsciously becoming one of those people who complained about the rain. I’d rather make the best of it. Rain is nothing compared to what so many people in the South Midwest and California face. And my garden bed flowers are just as beautiful.

The Tin man is back in business with his own Begonia.

It is always a joy to see Maria greet her animals every morning—every one of them gets a hello, even in the rain.

Rain drops on my bluebells.

The flowers don’t mind the rain at all. We are lucky to have some.

The garden bed is coming to life, altering the landscape of the farm.

I had this flower in the garden bed last year and never memorized its name.

I can tell that this flower is born to be photographed.