Well, today's picture isn't all that interesting. Just one rose, one lonely flower, with raindrops on the petals.So, instead of complaining that the rose has thorns, I should be rejoicing that the thorns have a rose. I forgot who said this but I'm certain it was someone famous. This morning I got up to the usual rain and grey clouds that seems to be what is on the weather menu more often than not lately. I keep telling myself that when August rolls around I will be wishing for a day of rain, but I'm not so sure. I'm feeling a little water logged. If I was a sponge or a duck that would be great, but when I'm looking for a neat or funky picture of the day, it just doesn't work for me. That's just how I roll. I am well ready for some sun and warmth and leaving the windows and doors open hoping for a gentle breeze to give me some relief from the heat. The rain has stopped now but there is dampness in the air and I have a playhouse to paint. I feel like going back to bed and waiting there until summer starts. I'm afraid if I do that someone will forget to wake me up and it will be rainy spring again when I decide to arise. Until tomorrow I bid you good bye and hope my son-in-law had an awesome birthday today.
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