The face of Easter may be wet, but she’s undettered (psst, look to the left).
There’s a joke that when a newcomer to Seattle asks a neighbor kid, “Hey Jimmy, does it ever stop raining here?” He replies, “Gosh Mister, how would I know; I’m just six years old.”
But then again, April showers do bring May flowers. Not sure what May, June and July showers bring. Oh wait , I do; glorious berries. The good news is we broke a rain record yesterday and still had a glorious day and spirited easter egg hunt, though toward the end it began to resemble pint-size mud wrestling.
What I was blogging about a year ago: Embracing My Inner American Breakfast