Summer, it is great isn’t it?
I was looking back at my draft posts today and realised I had one that I had never published. In fact, that isn’t true I have loads in my draft folder that I have not finished yet. Anyway, I laughed out loud when I saw a post I wrote a month ago. The post had the title:
The Taste of Summer
I remember that day, the sun was shining and every day that weekend we went out and had fun. Outdoor activities. Outdoor fun. Lots of laughter.
That day I came home, sat with a glass of fizzy and wrote this post about how I love this time of year. How I love the long evenings. Spending more time in the garden than the house. I even went and bought a paddling pool that weekend!
So why did I laugh? Well today it has rained non-stop. Not in a drizzly, rain kind of way. In a completely chucking it down, pelting with rain sideways kind of way.
And I had to walk home in it after taking my boy to the doctor. The kids were all ok, wrapped up and under rain covers sitting in the buggy. They had a snooze on the way home and woke up dry. I on the other hand felt like this:
As you can probably tell, it was not a pleasant walk home. And, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that the fresh air ‘would do us all good’, I was pretty sure that I was just a very wet and grumpy mum and the kids were too asleep to appreciate anything.
It could have been worse though, the thunderstorm didn’t start until we got home. Every cloud has a silver lining I suppose.
I think I didn’t post the original post, because I thought a post about weather would be boring. I realise that I am now writing another post about weather… but… I am guessing a post about me getting stuck in the rain is better than a smug post about sunshine?
So I am now asking myself, can I still taste summer?