We haven’t had rain in our area in at least 8 weeks. So the other day, Tuesday I think it was, when we were on our way home from the gym I got pretty spaced out as we turned onto the road that takes us up the hill to our home. There were drops, drops of water–at least seven–it seemed, so that had to mean it was going to give us a sprinkle at least. We wound our way up and into the garage, and the first thing Hubby did was rush to the backyard deck to take the cushions from the swing to protect them from the rain.
“No,” I said, “don’t take the cushions in yet. If it takes wet swing cushions to tempt Mother Nature enough to give us some rain, then don’t sweat it. It’s a small price to pay.” (or something to that effect)
But no, nothing could persuade him to let those cushions from his absolute most favorite piece of outdoor furniture come even close to getting wet. It didn’t rain!
Yesterday, after a woman at the community council had regaled Hubby the previous evening with tales about the wildflowers in Little Cottonwood Canyon, he announced we should go and see them. With my usual negativity I mused that it might rain, as the day was overcast and looked threatening. He assured me that the rain would hold off until at least later afternoon. We’d have plenty of time to go and take a little hike and get back without worry.
I threw a few food items and drinks into a picnic basket (thank heavens for V-eight juice and cream cheese and crackers and hummus!) and off we went.
Well, long story short. We made it home. It didn’t rain. But today it’s really overcast outside! No matter what we do, Mother Nature or the rain gods just haven’t been tempted enough! So today, we’re driving about an hour and a half to two hours north to see AIDA at the opera house in Logan. We may have to drive back in a thunderstorm. You think?!