Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Rainy Days and Mondays

I'm usually a big fan of the rain. A big fan. There's not much I like more than snuggling under the doona on a grey day and sleeping in. Now it's a bit of a luxury, but I still love crawling into bed to the gentle pitter patter on the roof.

But enough of the rain. Where's summer? Where the heck is it?

For one thing, I had visions of a summer full of early runs to the beach, madly constructed sand castles, twilight bbqs, ice creams melting down arms, mangoes - oh sweet mangoes dribbling down faces. Cicadas burring in the background, the constant feel of holidays that summer brings with it.

I heard from a friend that the next two months are going to be raining. With that, on top of the rain and grey days (not to mention cold - hello, tracky daks anyone???), I am sick of the rain. Send it to the drought stricken areas, fine. An occasional rainy day is welcome - but damn fool, this is the straw that broke the camel's back.

And all to think, I had a great summer wardrobe for my newborn, and now hardly any of it's been worn since it's been too cold. HMPH!


Sarah said...

Come to Perth for some damn fine weather. In fact it's so damn fine it's driving me crazy! Let's swap.....for a little while anyway.

Sarah said...

Hey fancy new look. I likey. You smarty.