Like many others in the Maritimes, I am (not so patiently) waiting for the arrival of spring weather. Although the season may have officially begun over a month ago, it still looks and feels very much like winter. (Yes, that white stuff is in the background is snow.)
Because of the cold and wet weather, and the rotting snow, finding photo opportunities has been a challenge lately. Occasionally, I find something around the house to use as a subject matter. And, occasionally, I find things through the window – like the rain drops on my barbecue.
I continue to hold out hope that it will end (the forecast says so, finally), and that green grass is not far off.
Until then, I will do my best to look on the bright side and find photos where I can (even if it means not leaving the house with my camera!).
Desperate to take pictures in spite of the weather, I grabbed my umbrella and headed outside anyway.
I won’t lie: It was rather awkward.
Holding the umbrella with my shoulder, and two hands on the camera, I managed quite a few shots without getting my camera wet.
The weather forecast says rain today.
Rain – not snow!
I say, bring it.
Rain is a wonderful excuse.
It is an excuse to stay in the house, to put a fire on, to wear pyjamas in the middle of the afternoon. It is perfect for painting pumpkins and cutting quilt squares. It is a reason to read without guilt.
And when the sun returns, it is twice as bright.
Usually, I am a fair weather girl.
I do not like to be out in the wind, the rain, or the cold.
But I’ve started walking, and this time I’m determined to make it a habit. I even bought myself some waterproof sneakers so that I wouldn’t have an excuse to stay home on rainy days.
The first day, it rained. I took my umbrella and I walked anyway.
And it was beautiful.
It rained and it rained and it rained.
A dreary, wet, dark day. Certainly not my idea of summer.
But just before dusk, the sun found a way through the clouds and turned the light gold.
For a minute, I stood with my children and just looked at the light.