Dry Spell

I can't remember the last time I saw rain.  It hasn't been years, or even months at this point.  When you live in a place where three days in a row without rain is the exception to the rule, you tend to expect precipitation; when it doesn't materialize, one day melds into the next, time stands still and the last time you needed an umbrella is a fading memory. 

In what are unusual times here in the Great North Wet, days without rain are certainly welcome.  A lack of sprinklers means that most lawns go from green to gold.  If you are trying to sell your house (as we are), you water the lawn by hand to keep the lush verdant appearance.  The flowers are thriving in the relative warmth, the trees increase their height and the roses bloom and bloom again, all the recipients of long days of sunshine.

The azure sky is book-ended by the pastel colors of dawn and dusk. Too soon it will rain and the normal rotation of clouds with small glimpses of blue sky will return. As the year continues, we will pack away summer for another rotation around the sun.  For the moment, we enjoy it being here, making vitamin D  and taking in all that summer can supply.