But we do occasionally get rain here.
Today is one of those days.
Glassford Hill has disappeared into the low-lying rain cloud.
And my poor car is forced to sit outside while the garage fills for Judy's sale.
Do those look like tears to you?
But there is joy connected to a rainy day for someone.
You guessed it.
When I opened the garage door Matty, our rental cat, came hurrying in.
And after his snack and some water he got CATNIP!
Some cats eat it, some get stoned and sit with a glassy stare.
But Matty rolls in it.
Obviously too fast for my camera to catch him without the flash.
After totally absorbing all of the herbal thrills he settles down in his accustomed place on the couch.
Now, he says, it's time for my nap.
There's nothing like a rainy day if you've got friends who will let you into their house.
