It’s hard to remember that we were enjoying this weather a scant two weeks ago….
Winter has come to Christchurch this past week, while Jeremiah and his dad have been out on the west coast hunting under clear blue skies. Not that it’s been particularly cold here, just hot-tea-misting-rain-soggy-shoes weather. I suppose after the brutal winter that’s just barely loosening its grip on the U.S., we shouldn’t complain about a little rain. Besides, as I tell Milo, the rain makes things green.
The rain makes beautiful misting droplets on the dahlias at the Botanical Gardens.
The rain makes the flowers grow gigantic!
The rain brings the autumn leaves down to speckle the ground.
The rain makes a great baking day–especially green “muffins” at playcenter.
When it’s rainy we can wear the same outfit three days in a row because no one can see what’s under the raincoat anyway. So we accessorize.
When it rains we can still read with Nana.
And we can collect shells at the beach.
We can visit the Airforce Museum and pretend to be a pilot in the cockpit.
Wow, we’ll bring Papa back here, when he returns from hunting.
When it’s rainy, the grass grows fast to feed the horses and make them strong, including Nana.
The giraffe’s at the zoo don’t let the rain ruin their appetites.
Our trains still run in the rain too.
And above all, the rain makes muddy puddles for splashing. What more could a boy desire?