Growing up in Southern California I got used to two seasons, hot and hotter. The sun rising always let me know, hey it's a new day. Since moving to Oregon 6 years ago I have really embraced and loved the change of seasons, but the last two years have been pretty difficult. Here it is the middle of July and it's still raining, and gray and not that warm. It makes me sad, pouty, and kind of grumpy. I have only used the grill a few times this year and my poor animals are like what the heck is going on where is the sunshine?
These pictures reflect how I feel right now.
Boy was this post depressing, just skip it ok. Here I'll end with a rainbow just so we all know I have not lost hope.