The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play.
A little more than a week ago in the car, my oldest informed me that, “March showers bring April flowers.” I told her that was true, for the most part, especially in this area. It had been sunny and unseasonably warm for a while, however. She then asked, “So we aren’t getting any flowers this year?” I replied with a jokingly “probably not,” and then she said she would wish for rain, and good god has it been raining ever since. When I was younger, I really enjoyed the expansive days of early spring rain mainly because I didn’t have much to do but make a soup and read all day. Not so much anymore. With spanning days of rain and young kids cooped up inside, the last thing I get to do is read. Even I wish the Cat in the Hat would show up. But speaking of Dr. Seuss—under heavy rain, tornado watch and all today—I took the oldest to see The Lorax, which was excellent on so many levels. Most of all, the sheer colors in the movie were stunning. They just seem to raise the bar with each release.
The photo was taken from the kitchen while I was watching a “show” from my trio standing on the hearth that ended up really being a practice in stage-diving. The bit of blurred color are some of their backyard toys. Outside, the storm was putting on a weird discoloration so this is pretty much SOOC save for a little noise reduction in Lightroom.