“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.”
Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons
It has been raining forever, OK maybe only 7 days but I am still growing weary from it. Not only that, Fall has disappeared. It is hot and humid, again, and it is a strange gloomy color outside. I feel like I am in the Wizard of Oz, when it goes from a black and white to color, but the reverse. The bright spot of the day was the rain letting up enough to take a few photos of the falling leaves.