Finally Mother Nature let us know she hasn’t forgotten us. This morning I woke to rain and for the third time in a week I sat happily on the porch with my coffee, listening to the rain on the steel roof watching the grass get green again. Rain, real rain and cool temperatures. Suddenly it dawned on me I’ve acclimatized to the heat. It was 22⁰ and there I sat wearing a hoodie and a down vest: if it wasn’t pouring rain, it would be a perfect day (temperature) to dawn the riding gear and go for a ride.
Well, this is Canada and it seems if it isn’t the cold that has us complaining, it’s the heat and that’s my story. And other than house cleaning, what do you do when it's raining, catch up on your favorite bloggers. (Oh, the orange buckets; they're part of my rain bank. I'm saving, just in case.)
