“There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow…”
Man, what a fine day today turned out to be. Warm and sunny, I mean, it’s Washington. Who would’ve ever thought? But it did not rain, nor sleet nor hail. Unlike the song, it was not “Oh what a beautiful morning”, but the haze slowly did clear off and the sun came out stronger and stronger and I was actually able to get outside and do some work around the house, namely painting, that requires dry weather. I would like to get this place sold.
Well, now all the outside repairs are done, one occasional sunny day at a time, the grounds are picked up and the junky stuff gone to the dump. If it doesn’t rain tomorrow, and no bets on that as rain is predicted, maybe my rapidly growing grass can be mowed.
The other day while I was still in the grip of that more-than-24-hour flu, and having somewhat depressing thoughts, it occurred to me that I hadn’t had a happy dream in as long as I could remember, but this morning I awoke with a lingering dream that I was all moved into my new home, it was sunny, and it was DRY. Waking up like that makes all the difference.
So as this passing Sunday fades into the sunset, may I wish all of you who read this a sunny and dry day, that puts a glow in your heart and a song on your lips.