Dreadful Weather
Just recently I told someone we’d just moved here from Florida and she said, “Why’d you want to do that? The weather is dreadful here. You probably haven’t seen the sun once since you’ve been here.”
“Actually we’ve had some nice weather,” I said. It was sunny and lovely that day. It had been lovely for the past couple of days.
“Oh no,” she politely disagreed. “It’s been raining nonstop. That’s the way it is here–dreadful.”
The English seem to take pride in having horrible weather. Either that or they forget too easily. I’m not sure which.
It’s summer here and the wildflowers are in full bloom. The trees are lush. The sky is blue. It’s perfect weather to be outside in. If we had a yard, I’d be out in it. I probably wouldn’t get much work done though.
