It’s 4/20.
{Insert requisite pot joke here.}
Now that we’ve moved beyond that, let’s also hopefully have moved beyond my recent bout with the flu, and our recent bout with endless awful weather. At the time of this writing, my flu has limped mostly away, but the day is soaked with a vicious downpour so I’m not going anywhere anyway. By the time this gets publicly posted, however, I’m hoping to be in happier spirits and better places, so my eye is on that. In the meantime, may all this rain be healing, and may it fortify the land to give us a beautiful crop of summer foliage and flowers.
Not all rainy days are washouts. Some give flights to fancy, others give rise to creative urges and exploration. A few simply pause the relentless rush of everyday activities, forcing us inside into contemplation and rumination. I am grateful for the respite. That outside mess can wait.
