It’s raining. It pretty much never rains in the summertime here. Never mind the snow/hail thing that happened in March, or the unseasonable heat we’ve had the last week or so.

I really, really hope that the weather isn’t completely broken. Are we going to remember this as the year that everything changed, and recount to our children fondly the time when it was wintery in the winter and summery in the summer?

My friend Owlmother once commented about the future she could imagine, driving around with her (now 5 year-old) daughter in December and explaining about how, before all the power shortages and blackouts, people used to put up beautiful displays of Christmas lights. I hope and pray that she’s wrong. I really do.