|Too wet to play outdoors|
Looks like we’re repeating last spring’s weather. Now and then we’re gifted with an absolutely gorgeous interval, surrounded by gray, drizzly, grumpy days. At this moment we’re again being deluged, with rain washing in bucketfuls over the windows and turning the scenes outside into impressionist paintings. This spring, every sun break makes us stop, look, and enjoy. I’m reminded of a poem by Don Blanding I found many years ago.