24/100 Days of I Believe

I believe that the sun will come out again. after 3 weeks of rain the earth is deep dark and luscious, every single bit of plant life is the most exquisite shade of green, and the peonies (I have peonies!) are ready to burst into bloom.

I've stopped watching the weather forecast. I love my red rain boots and my yellow fisherman's hat. I'm embracing the chance to wear long sleeves before the heat of summer assaults us, which it will.

The sun will come out again. In the meantime this might be what it's like to live in Portland, or London. so I'm pretending I do.