It was nice to be away from the constant rain for a few days, but as much as I like Chicago, it’s nicer to be home.
It’s really wet here. The ground is saturated. The doormat oozed water when I stepped on it.
Puddles. Moss. Lots of moss everywhere. Noticed a few billboards around Portland today, they were wet, soaked and looked to be sliding off their framework. I kid you not when I say I saw one covered in mold. (It’s that horrible one that says “He sped, now she’s dead.” WTF: that campaign sucks.)
It’s really wet. And cold. In fact right now, it’s 38 degrees outside (thanks to a totally cool gift from my dad: wireless outside/inside thermometer!). Picasso is trying to hog the heat from the laptop, and upon receipt of last month’s heating bill, we’re wearing layers and have lowered the heater. Damn, anyone else notice how high gas rates are?
So it’s the time of year I think of summer, or at least that thing called the sun, and days of flip flops, the garden, and monster bouquets from the garden.
Aah, an afternoon photographing a huge dahlia a kajillion different ways….and look! My feet actually saw the light of day! Remember that feet? Yes you, underneath those socks, the time will come again!
Until then, I have my shrine to gardening weather set up inside…
Hang in there ya’ll. Only another 2 or 3 months of the constant grey, pouring rain, and cold weather. Sigh.
Before I left Chicago, snapped these… a fur store (I knew I wasn’t in Portland when I came across this shop)
Happy weekend peeps!