Its sight, sound, smells, all mesmerize me.
And I love weather watching. I’m always looking for signs of change, like when the winds shift warning us a storm is on the horizon, then watching the storm as it rumbles through. And this time of year, with the rainy season upon us, there’s lots to observe in the skies above.
The rainy season in the Pacific Northwest is November through April. The forecast usually goes like this: Rain turning to showers turning to rain. Sometimes, but not often, snow will be thrown into the equation. We do get a glimpse of the sun occasionally, just to remind us it’s up there, somewhere.

And occasionally, Mother Nature gets a wee bit rambunctious and it floods. We live on a hill, so we’re high and dry. But we turn into an island. Being the adventurous type, when power challenged and hill bound I take it in stride. It’s all how a situation is perceived. Since Mother Nature will have her way no matter what, might as well accept it, even try to enjoy it.

And all that rain makes for glorious springs!
Hugs,
Laura






















The last one is of a not so happy Hobbs. Poor thing thought I’d abandoned him. I just left him alone for a moment, but he said it seemed like hours. I apologized.














