Some of the beings who live in this house seem to think that our summer-long string of dry, sunny days could be considered Life-As-Good-As-It-Gets. I looked out the dining room doors the other day and saw our cat, Basil, basking in the sunshine, and I could feel his contentment.
Still, the humans here have had about enough of “perfect” weather (we love us our rain here in the Pacific Northwest.) The garden needed rain, the pasture grass needed it, the tinder-dry forests certainly needed it. Finally, last night, the rain came.
It felt SO good.
