Rains are Coming

As I write this I understand a major rain storm is rolling toward us.

When I count my blessings, living here in New England provides many of them. I love the culture. I love the history. I love the countryside. I love the cities. The roaring Atlantic ocean breaking on the shores of Maine. Northampton and the Berkshires. The Freedom trail. The beauty of Vermont and New Hampshire. Connecticut. The Cape.

Nearly all thoughts of living in Providence and Rhode Island are a delight to contemplate.

And.

Okay, it’s but…

I have little use for the climate. (I have to admit the family is divided on this one. My spouse loves four seasons.) As a native Californian I have to assert in the face of all that is, that anything more than two seasons (wet & dry) is an unnecessary extravagance.

And four?

And. Well, okay, but… The dirty little secret out here is that there are in fact not four seasons, but five.

And, now, (and I mean AND) I hear on the news; the rains are coming…

Mud Season is upon us!

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