Sunday morning

It's been rainy. Really rainy. I've complained. I've complained lots and lots.

However, this rainy day was very pleasant. I met an old friend for coffee. We talked and talked and went back to her house. Then we rolled up our pants and walked barefoot in the garden (with mud squishing up between our toes) and picked beans. Her husband met us at the back door with towels after we'd rinsed our feet with the garden hose. Then I snuggled with her kids, drank tea, and we talked more. Now that's my kind of rainy day.