One would expect that we who live in the temperate rainforest might cherish sunny days above all others. I find that is not particularly true. There’s something about a rainy day that soothes my soul.
So, yesterday, when our generally sunnier weather of late turned gently wet, we found ourselves welcoming the change.
The morning could hardly be sweeter, full of bird song, the aroma of alder buds and other blooms, the water flat calm, except when broken by sea lions or loons.
Wet or dry, we love living here!