I’m borrowing the title for this post because it fits and if you don’t know it’s a song that’s okay too – I guess I’m showing my age.
It’s been a rainy week in the Great Northwest but what else can you expect in January?
Well, snow for one – see how pretty it was last year? – but none in the forecast so far.
Despite the rain Bob suggested we go for a walk earlier this week – “we can’t let the rain stop us dear” – and off we went to Coulon Park in rain coats with umbrellas in hand. Lucky for us it slowed down to a drizzle and umbrellas weren’t needed after all. And despite the odds we enjoyed bursts of color on our rainy day walk.
Such as the red twig dogwood, my favorite winter shrub.
And the stony walkers, who were still dressed up in their (wet) Christmas clothes.
And of course the sailboats, one willing to shed its covering to show us a pretty shade of green.
To top it off, a bald eagle soared over the lake though I didn’t get a picture that day.
But on the next day’s walk in the park (still raining), the eagle landed on a piling long enough for me to get a picture.
‘Look over here,’ I said, ‘I can’t see your face.’
And he did.
A bit blurry I know. He was too far away and I don’t have enough ‘zoom’ to get a clear shot for you – though it could be my photography skills – still working on that.
Still I can’t complain.