I woke up today to the sound of rain on the windows -- again. So far since the girls have been out of school, it has been a cold, rainy summer. Oh, wait. I should say that it has been a cold, rainy summer and spring.
They start school again two months from today. I'm crossing my fingers that they actually make it into the pool before then. I mean they are taking swim lessons, so technically they are in a pool twice a week. What I want for them is the kind of running around with family on the pool deck and playing all afternoon in the water kind of pool days.
Given that we haven't hit 80 degrees yet -- and most days barely hit 70 -- it's not looking too good. Oh, I realize we'll have a nice day or two here or there, but it isn't enough.
If you live in Chicago, you know that the way we all survive January - March is by saying, "But it's so beautiful here in the summer." Okay, well, we do have the beautiful part down. Our garden looks fabulous. The rain has definitely been good for the flowers.
It's the warm weather we're missing. The "warm your bones so you can survive another cold winter" sunshine and heat. If you find it, let me know. I'm looking for it in Chicago this summer.