It is officially summer, and the end of a very wet spring. In my area it rained every weekend in spring, with one evidently forgettable exception. The garden is lush, but so are the weeds, and I can't get out to pull them because of the rain.
I sound pouty to you, don't I? No. I'm quite happy to not pull the weeds.
Other people get dismayed by rain. I love it. Rain has always been on my side.
Rain meant I didn't have to go out on the playground at recess and waste good book-reading time.
Rain means I don't have waste $70 a month watering the lawn to maintain Gary's status as a suburban Lawn Master.
And today, I can spend the morning inside with tea instead of outside with the weeds.