There is a price

I suppose it could be that someone neglected to whisper in her ear that this is the time of year when things should be laid back and easy going. That by this time, we should be mellowing into summer. I suppose it could be that through all the pounding rain and billowing wind that someone just didn’t whisper loud enough.

This year – April has forgotten her duty. She has abandoned all reason to lull us into summer with a clear blue sweep of the sky and a light dusting of a breeze. She has lost sight of the fact that anything more sinister than a serious mist is just not acceptable. This year, April casts her spell with a deluge of constant rain.

Even now as we near the merry month of May, April continues to ignore Mother Nature’s admonishments, who by now is certainly beside herself. This year April has decided to go rogue and fall into the temptation of her own desires and whims. – do we dare still call her spring?

Actually,

compared to the alternative of jungle-like-fever they have in, oh, say Texas,

we here in Oregon slice our piece of cake and get to eat it too!

Everything is relative and has it’s price.

The price we pay to live in the Great Pacific Northwest is rain.

Well worth every cent.

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