My Way of Living + Things

We woke up this morning to a dose of reality. No not crows, or seagulls. Not even noisy neighbours. RAIN!
A unseasonably cool morning, dark, gloomy, and wet. Kind of like a winter day. No sun streaming through the garden, no birds happily chirping. Just the steady drip of water off of the balcony above us. The sound of soggy car tires zipping up the road, and wet weed whackers, trimming slimy grass. The problem is we forgot, during this 7 week, dry and sunny spell of weather, that winter does exist at all. After a cold and wet winter, spring just never seemed to arrive. And then it did, but only for a week or so. We went right into summer.
And vowed never to return to winter again. But this is truly a portent of things to come, granted they are not coming for 3 months but…
well you know, WINTER!
No gardening, no flowers blooming, no sunshine, they don't call this the wet coast for nothing! What am I going to write about? What kind of photos am I going to take? SNOW? Rain, wet gardens, there won't even be any slugs to shoot. Imagine,"today's post is all about sticks with raindrops, and tomorrows, its about sticks with snow on them." Next blog please.
Bootsie is hibernating already, he is curled up on my expensive throw, having claimed it as his. My rain jacket has to come out of the closet. And the umbrellas have reappeared in the hallway. All this, and its only going to be a week of rain. But there are some good times during this rain, first our gardens need it desperately. My arms are tired from spraying the hydrangeas. My plants look more than grateful for the humidity. And I no longer have to run around after the sprinklers are finished just to get a photo of raindrop laden blooms.
So winter bring it on, but first let us have a enjoyable summer, and a extended fall. I'll deal with it when it comes.