I love December.  With the fall pruning, composting, and mulching done, it’s time for the heavens to open and restore to the soil what summer sun has taken.  As humidity fills the air and clouds somnambulate across the sky, I sit in my office with a cup of tea and wait.  I am rewarded with the irregular percussion of rain drops hitting the window.  Drop by drop, the months of caked-on dust are washed away from trees and shrubs.  The garden and all of its greens are revived with quiet gratitude.  Thank you, Rain.  I hope you stay a while.