Soft Days

It was a rainy weekend - what the Irish call soft days.  We have had such a long period of drought in this area that I welcome it, as do most gardeners in April.  But I think I would welcome it anyway.  During warm periods, rain is a relief, like a fever breaking.  And the pup makes me walk in it, which I don't mind at all really. I used to like to play in the rain. Being forced out into it give me that same giddy feeling.

   

I have noticed when visiting places where it rains a lot that people seem to be a lot more cavalier about getting wet. Seattle, for instance - folks keep walking and biking; they just wear rain gear.  Here, we're running around a lot with newspapers over our heads. And I find myself making excuses not to ride my bike or walk short distances because of the rain.  I imagine the fact that we're one of the lightening capitals of the world might contribute to it, but on a day like this - it's good to be out in.  And there are, in a good year, a lot of days like this. No more excuses.