The Weather listens, and It understands.

I am accustomed to say, flippantly and often, that the only ‘summer’ that can be relied upon in Oregon—in the sense of beautiful days full of sunshine and puffy cumulus clouds—is the first two weeks of August. I usually further add that the rest of the summer is unreliable, except that it will rain on the Rose Festival.

It is the first week of August, and it is grey outside. And SPRINKLING! FINE, Weather! I get it! Let’s see…It sure isn’t going to start raining money just outside the building! Nope! Not here in Oregon! No time soon!