tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post4458924082748394584..comments2024-03-15T10:40:20.085-04:00Comments on LAWN TEA: SOUNDS IN THE NIGHTRachelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-5421517901968453612016-05-20T16:23:05.463-04:002016-05-20T16:23:05.463-04:00I, too, don’t sleep well in an empty house. Never...I, too, don’t sleep well in an empty house. Never have and wonder how my mother and daughter manage. I would be a zombie from lack of sleep.<br /><br />I also love those rainy days!<br />Kim S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06609086775319252934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-71419558738868707122016-03-24T07:35:09.472-04:002016-03-24T07:35:09.472-04:00So well written.... I was almost there with you li...So well written.... I was almost there with you listening to the sounds of the quieted house.<br /><br />cieloCIELOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-58017944925258358982016-02-24T15:58:04.043-05:002016-02-24T15:58:04.043-05:00Dear Rachel,
What a beautiful piece of writing! I...Dear Rachel,<br /><br />What a beautiful piece of writing! I adore the way you paint with words. All the sensations come to me as I read your writing - the sound, the taste, the vision...I love it all. Although I would never hear myself for saying this, I would miss the rain if I have to go away from my country. With best wishes, ASD<br /><br />PS. Thank you so much for your beautiful comment, as always. A Super Dilettantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02640893790909916004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-41573900773328945692016-02-24T14:56:21.237-05:002016-02-24T14:56:21.237-05:00I thought you were going to mention the train.LOL....I thought you were going to mention the train.LOL. I lived by the road that ran along the track. I loved hearing the train. In the night now I can hear it two miles away. I will always love that sound. When we moved here...there were so many new sounds...it just about made me nuts. Like coyotes in the woods across the road...oh yes, you don't hear that in town. :) I liked your tub trick. I soft rain is my favorite, I also like thunder if it's far away. Blessings, xoxo,SusieSusiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425051654313691986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-63961796020404359832016-02-24T14:50:12.191-05:002016-02-24T14:50:12.191-05:00Love the picture of the train. I rode on one once...Love the picture of the train. I rode on one once from OK to IA. I stay by myself so much at night it doesn't bother me. The city is a little moreso than the country and it has been crazy windy for the last two days. Hurry spring.donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-37357445175683682932016-02-24T14:35:27.709-05:002016-02-24T14:35:27.709-05:00I love the sound of rain, especially on a tin roof...I love the sound of rain, especially on a tin roof. My gramma's house had a tin roof over the back room (called the "solarium" by my mother and the "sun room" by my gramma). The guest room window overlooked the roof and I can remember many nights listening to the patter of the rain drops. <br /><br />And many days lying on a pile of towels on that reflective roof in the summer working on a terrific sunburn. Probably slathered in baby oil, too. YIKES!<br />Miss Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10691152819794851137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-18836983807735702992016-02-24T14:14:51.261-05:002016-02-24T14:14:51.261-05:00Ah, so beautifully written. As much as I've e...Ah, so beautifully written. As much as I've enjoyed the recent rains here in northern California, I can tell you I did not enjoy a thing about the last rain storm. It appeared in the wee hours of the morning, out of the blue, accompanied by 60 mph winds lashing at our bedroom window, with a good measure of hail just to make sure we knew of its arrival. I thought the window was going to break!<br /><br />I share your difficulty sleeping with the night sounds, that is why I cannot ever have a tick-tocking clock in the house.Chronica Domushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06732224119040843337noreply@blogger.com