I woke up this morning feeling like our little house was a wind-battered ship out at sea, the gusts were so ferocious. And to think my dear husband, his brother and friends were out camping in that crap. I pulled Alex out of her crib, opened the shutters in our bedroom and we snuggled under the covers, gazing out at the rain. What a difference 24 hours can make.
Anyways, as much as I enjoy and look forward to balmy days with the windows thrown open and screen doors in position to catch breezes and birdsong, it's always nice to wear warm fuzzy socks, have a hot bowl of soup for lunch and doze to the sound of rain pattering on your roof.