Farewell to Rain

Here it is July 1st (the day I'm writing this) and it has been drizzling all day. I often tell people I moved here for the gloom, but at the same time I know the last time it will rain for a couple of months will be on the 4th of July and then we will have to endure the monotony of nice days until October. If we are lucky we will get a splash in mid-August. An old friend told me that it always rains a bit in mid-August to drive the cut throat trout up the rivers.


I don't do well in the sun and heat of the summer. A couple weeks ago my sister called me in mid afternoon. She was surprised I was in the house. I told her that it was too hot to work outside. She asked how warm it was and I told her it was 70 degrees. She laughed because where she was it was in the 90s and it was humid.

I know there are some local sun worshipers here, but I'm not one of them. I suppose I should become a night person.