The Seattle area has a not-entirely-deserved reputation for rain. (Today it's living up to that reputation; long sheets of rain are coming down.) The truth is, most days it just looks like it's going to rain, with grey, brooding watercolor skies. My dear father-in-law shakes his head in bemusement over our love for this area, especially in winter. He grew up in the arid-hot, blue Southwest and thinks the near-constant overcast from fall to spring would drive him insane. He's not sure how we make it through the Northwest winters without slitting our wrists.
Here's the truth:
There is no autumn tree so bright with color, nor spring branch in bud so glorious, as that seen against the backdrop of a grey Seattle sky.
Now it's time for me to live up to my reputation and fold up a bleach load. Ta!