I love when it rains, you know that soft kind of rain that makes everything smell like spring. Small puddles appear everywhere and you can here it softly hitting the porch roof.
But torrential downpours, where your feet get soaked even when you carry an umbrella? Ugh! Those make me want to stay home, crawl under an afghan and read all day long, not head outside to brave the elements. Downpours also mean water in our 95 year old basement.

Fortunately our weather channel was wrong today. The storms stayed to the south of us and we only got a little bit of rain. The first thing I did when I got home from work was check the basement...dry! It's not like we get flooded, but a small amount of water does come in on the far side of the basement when we get hit hard. After 16 years, we're used to it, and when they call for storms, we know to pick up things that are on the floor. A dry basement is on our never ending list of home improvements.
Wishing you all a sunny week!













































