It’s raining again. It has been raining for about two weeks. A couple days (and I mean two, max) had some sunshine, but they also had rain. It’s been a very rough start to May when all you want is an early summer — you know, sunshine and warm temperatures before the humidity begins to creep in. I can’t remember the last time we had such a prolonged period of rain, and I have to say — it’s tough. Everyone is feeling fatigued from the weather.
But we are doing our best to work around the rain and enjoy the spring we’ve been given. I had an absolutely wonderful Mother’s Day weekend filled with time outdoors, time with family, and time for me. On Saturday, we drove up to the farm where we met K, Mom and Dad, the uncles, and Great Grandma Nell. We enjoyed smoked salmon, deviled eggs, crab dip, and tiramisu; walks through the gardens (Nell refers to the main garden as “the maze”) and the fields; feeding the horses; and, at least for two of us, a significant amount of time spent jumping in (and falling in) a large mud puddle in the field.
On Sunday, I got on the water at sunrise, came back in to Starbucks delivery from K, enjoyed time with the kiddos at the park, lunched on the water at Stoneys in Broomes, and got to have dinner at Mom and Dad’s. I also got Ravens gear and roses, so it was basically a perfect day.
In the midst of everything else we had going on, my weekend was filled with paddle boarding. I paddled more than 11 miles over the course of the weekend. I paddled in the rain on Friday night, I paddled with an instructor for technique training and race practice on Saturday morning, and I paddled with a friend who got up before dawn on Sunday to join me for a very early Mother’s Day paddle before wind and rain took over for the day.
Even despite the dreary weather we’ve had recently, we’ve had beautiful moments peek through as well. I got to see both the sunrise and the sunset from the beach on Mother’s Day, and I am pretty certain there is no better way to bookend any day.