It’s not that I’m tired of the rain – my attitude is still mainly: “Great! I don’t have to water the garden.” Occasionally, this morphs to, “Wow! Everything is so green!”
But then there’s also the odd time, like today, when I grumpily run outside half an hour after hanging the laundry out to rescue it from a downpour. That worked once. The last load is still hanging on the line and has been for the last two hours of rain.
And I don’t care.
I did a tiny, tiny bit of gardening because – well – I can only stand so many days of chilly, dank work in the great outdoors.
That’s my day.