So I think I would like to re-visit the topic of summer rain. Here's what I have to say about it now: enough already! I don't think we're up to forty days and forty nights yet, but the birds and squirrels and chipmunks are starting to pair up in my back yard and look for a long boat ride.
I have to admit, the plants and flowers and lawn are loving all this rain. My hanging baskets have never looked this good so late in the summer, and the wisteria, which almost died in early April because of the snow and freezing rain, is now blooming. In August.
Rufus and I miss our daily walks, however, and need to continue them - for the sake of my health, as well as his. So now, I would like a nice, hot, sunny, dry, summer day, and I promise to rhapsodize about that for a while.