After reading Tony's newsletter this week, I'm thinking of our experiences with the week's rain. Last night, we watched the storm roll in while stirring risotto on the stove. As the winds picked up, the flames on the stove started to flicker and the mason jar of mint clippings fell from our window sill. A few closed windows later, we resumed cooking and debriefing about our days at work. I paused for a moment to wonder how the new cherry tomato plant was faring in its pot on our back porch.