I had it all planned out. I was going to complain about this weather lately. Hot, cold, hot, cold. And yesterday, I was all set to go to the local green market and it started pouring. I mean like thunder, lightening, Frankie-under-the-bed kind of pouring.
Then right when I was settled, and it was too late to get there by power chair, it turned beautiful. I was frustrated with the weather yesterday. Then, on television this morning, I was reminded of those poor people out west dealing with the wreckage of mudslides and thought, who am I to complain?
Both yesterday’s plans and today’s blog had to change. As a friend reminded me recently, “the best laid plans of mice and men …” Whatever that means.
So instead, I’m feeling grateful. I walked Frankie this morning and basked in the sunshine as he trotted happily beside me. And it turns out that any day’s a perfect day when your family is healthy and together — even if it’s pouring.
My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather. ~Terri Guillemets
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours. ~Mark Twain
The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing. ~ Steven Wright
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. ~Anthony J. D’Angelo