I'm tired of the rain.

This is the time of year that it's the hardest to be a Washingtonian. We've been dealing with rainy weather pretty much since October, which we expect and cope with. But come spring, to accompany all the greenery and bloomery, we are sure ready for sunny skies -- that last longer than just a day. (Or a few hours...). I suppose I shouldn't complain a whole lot because we've been lucky enough to have a pleasant Saturday or Sunday here and there. But spring has sprung in such a big way -- magnolias, daffodils, cherry trees, apple trees, rhodies, tulips, bleeding hearts, pansies. It's so lush out there! (And yes, the rain helps it be that way). I'm hankering to plant flowers in deck pots! (Actually, I'm hankering to get new deck pots -- the old ones have sort of gone to hell in a handbasket). I'm also hankering to BBQ! Not too fond of doing that when it's pouring. Or dark.

The weenie dogs are much better about pottying outside when it isn't raining, too. And this is a Big Thing. (Dachshunds are the best, but they are sure hard to housebreak).

The thing about the rain here? It's like it forgets how to not rain. It wouldn't be fun to be a meteorologist in the Pacific Northwest. The ocean and mountain ranges conspire to put the kabash on just about every forecast they make. (Well, except when they forecast rain...)