We’ve had our share of rain this spring in Portland. While I love the greenness of this place, I welcome the steady sun of summer. Sometimes we have summers in Portland that aren’t really summer. The temperature goes up to the seventies, but the sky just never seems to clear. Please let this not be one of those summers.
I have put off yard chores for too long now, waiting for that sun to show up. But the weeds have only multiplied and the lawn is long and overdue for a mowing. I have to push through, remind myself to go outside, realize that this might be the best of what we’ll get these next few months.
I do love the rain, I can settle in and read and knit. The sky gives me permission to spin my wool or paint while I listen to music and wear my favorite sweaters..really what is so bad about that?