I Got Webs Between My Toes

It is wet. Raining nearly every day it seems. Especially on the days when there is some sort of Event taking place that requires a coat and tie, a nice pair of shoes. I like the rain, most of the time. It doesn't entirely ruin things, though it makes it difficult to paint the house. I will need to take advantage of each sunny day as the sand flows through the glass. We have about a month until we go to Switzerland, to the higher ground in the mountains. And to Provence, to the land of Van Gogh and Arles. And then only a month before we go to Maui. We have planted many things in the garden and new shrubs along the driveway. The rain is good and it minimizes the transition from pot to ground. Seeds germinate in days. Great weather for amphibians, but for people, this is a time of stinky damp feet, for rubber shoes and synthetic jackets and caps. And a time for doormats and fires inside to dry things out, or the restorative fires of reading and writing, or even a stiff drink. It is a time to give thanks for all of the blessings that seem to flow. To appreciate good fortune which shines, regardless of the inclement weather. This is the time to say I love you to people who I care about. Experience reminds me that such times are always fleet and fragile. Nothing should be taken for granted. Not a single thing.