It's been a while (again) since I've posted. I don't know why, really, because I love posting on my blog. Some months I am a complete chatter box and others just seem to run away from me.
This post is a "just sayin" post. No particular reason other than to share my love of the rain. Last week was Thanksgiving and we were wearing shorts and flip flops smoking a turkey outside in the 80 degree weather. Not even a week later and it's 25-30 degrees cooler, raining and I am in heaven. Some people hate the rain. It depresses them. To me, it's lovely. It brightens up the greenery, washes away the dirt and cleans the air. There is nothing sweeter to me than the sound and smell of rain. It soothes my soul every single time. The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. ~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons
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