Oh, well.
The rain here is relentless. Teasing. There were a few moments, driving home from the market, where the sun came out, and we turned to each other and said "what's this?"And then we napped. And in through the windows at some point, drifted the heady, earthy smell of wet dirt. It actually woke me up. And I didn't know what it was until I looked out the window.
It was, simply, rain. Again.
But, despite this rain, we had friends and family and barbecue and fun.
Happy Father's Day to all of you; Brian and David, Glenn and Steve, Adam and Eric, and John, and Craig, and Andrew (twice), and most of all to you, Dad, and you, Tim.
We are, all of us girls here, lucky to have you around. And we love you. Lots.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt
Labels: Happy Father's Day, Tara
posted by Tara Thayer at
8:41 PM
3 Comments:
We are growing too accustomed to gray skys and drizzle here as well.
Hope the sun shows itself soon :0)
And all of us dads are lucky to have you, friends, daughters, sisters, spouses! Thanks for knowing how to make a monsoon into a party :-)
glad you were able to make your own fun in spite of the rain. hope you're having a beautiful monday.
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