The unseasonable rains cleared away, sweeping through with a torrential downpour on Thursday. 'Round these here parts, the rains are vicious and seemingly never ending through March, and then nary a drop falls again until November.
But not this year. This year, the rains have continued, relentlessly. It is now June and our slice of California living has yet to go brown. In fact, rain is on the horizon for the next few days.
Did I mention it is now June?
But the three-day weekend was hot. Some in the house might have even complained about just how scorching hot it was, particularly now that we no longer have shade from the two trees someone else in the house took down.
There was trampoline jumping. And swimming. And a drive to the beach. And sleepovers. And playdates. And crafts. And bike rides. And hour-long soccer sessions for Youngest and his dad.
And incessant bickering among the offspring.
We survived the three-day weekend. Only to realize that we're about to face about 25 more of those time periods, one right after the other, with no break until the end of August.
Batten down the hatches, mate, summer is approaching.