when i was a kid, i remember being sort of disgusted by adults who talked too much about the weather. i was a tomboy, and rainy/snowy/less than perfect conditions didn't bother me at all; i would play outside in almost any weather. that's how i remember it, anyway. grown ups who were obsessed with the weather seemed like terrible one-track bores to me, and i couldn't understand how a perfectly good conversation could be ruined by pondering the long term forecast.
i've turned in to one of those grownups. it might be because we've had the rainiest, most overcast june i can remember in my adult life. unsurprisingly, i've realized the weather has a significant impact on my mental health. i've still been outside with the kids a lot, hiking and biking and making the best of it, but i am desperately yearning for a few solid sunny days right now. big time.
we were up on mount desert island again last weekend, and the fog + rain made everything feel kind of smoky grayish blue. i drew this while i was up there. it is exactly how i feel every time i am there - so much to do and enjoy, and never enough time.
and while we were there, we also spied a nest tucked up in the top of the porch - i stuck my camera up into the corner kind of blindly and took this photo. the eggs were so tiny; i was sort of awestruck by them.
