I live in Nevada where the sky is blue and the sun shines about 345 days a year. Even in the winter, we'll get snow, but the next day will bring blue skies and sun.
Not this year, though. It's good in that the ski resorts are doing well and the snow pact is at a healthy level, hopefully healthy enough to pull us out of our drought. Our grass is green already, as green as it usually is in late April.
But it also means lots and lots of cloudy days. I have enjoyed the photo ops of the cloudy days in that they provide for rich colors and soft, suffused lighting.
But dang, this girl is ready for some sun. And when I say sun, I mean scorching heat. The kind of heat that prickles your skin and makes sweat drip down your back. The kind of heat that makes you languid and your dog languid and even your six-year-old languid. The kind of heat that calls for sorrowful saxaphones and lemonade and late evenings and romantic trysts.
THAT is what I'm ready for. In the meantime, I'll have to deal with cloudy skies, Easter, cold toes, and antsy, cabin-fever kids.
Oh, well. Life's still good.
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