Well I thought so until my first full spring here in England. This past week has definitely been a case of Mother Nature not being able to make up her mind. Today, for example, started with bright sunny skies and a light brisk breeze. A bit later I was annoyed to glance out at dark skies and sprinkles pelting the window. But 20 minutes later, I was hanging out laundry under sunny skies once again. After the last shirt was hung, I meandered inside and made my way to the kitchen to wash up dishes from breakfast. As I casually started filling up the sink, sorting dishes as I went, I happily hummed to myself. Four spoons, three forks, two knives, and a coffee mug into the washing up, my reverie was broken as I realised the accompaniment to my humming was water droplets hitting the window once again. I abandoned my dishes to quickly run out and gather up my clothes and not a moment too soon as a moderate downpour ensued. By the time my laundry was hung inside and the dishes were done, we were back to blue skies. I debated on whether to move the wash back outside but decided against it. A little later, as I watched beads of hail bounce around my patio, I laughed out loud and announced to no one that I had won the battle. It's the little things.
I'm learning to love the crazy weather in this country and building a more appropriate wardrobe. It's no wonder to me why everyone carries a brolly and own a pair of wellies. But all this rain sure does make for a beautiful spring. The lushness of the woods and paddocks is worth every drop. I think I'm gonna like it here!
