I complain a lot about the rain. When it arrives it brings with it a huge dark grey cover that blankets the sky as far as the eye can see. The wind also likes to tag along, uninvited, and trash the place.
It is January. It is winter. I read a lot of posts about snow and storms across the country. I "like" the snowman pictures my friends post on the Facebook. School closures are always well received too as nothing is more memorable than a snow day to play and drink hot chocolate!
We don't get snow, we get grey. That is when grey decides to show up. Today, it is 45 and sunny. Clear skies over the Pacific ocean. There is no wind. J is playing outside in shorts. I could take a catnap on this chair in the sun.
Red Breasted Robins flood my yard in search of a wormy meal and yesterday I saw an Oriole. This is winter.