It's official: fall has arrived, and with it, the wet weather that Vancouver is famous for. Summer gave us one last hurrah on Saturday, but Sunday brought buckets of rain and a cool, crisp breeze that decided to set up camp and has been hanging around ever since. I felt that old familiar damp chill in my bones that I still haven't gotten entirely used to, though I have now lived on the West Coast for 14 years.
It's no secret that I am a huge fan of summer. But it's not all doom and gloom, this autumn thing. It has its redeeming qualities. Like visits to the pumpkin patch, steamed soy milk with caramel drizzled on top, and Thanksgiving turkey with all the trimmings. And cranberry apple crisp and falling leaves and cozy sweaters. Hey, this list could go on forever, now that I'm on a roll.
Sometimes, when the rain has been falling for what feels like months on end, it can be rather depressing. My first winter in Vancouver was a doozy, and I spent a disproportionate amount of time in my bed. But that was back in my student days when I had the luxury of a whole lot of free time. Obviously things are a little different now. Besides, Lilah has made me see the good in rainy days. Such is her power over me.
You see, the rain isn't all bad. With it comes puddle jumping,
And gorgeous blond curls that turn to ringlets-on-steroids in the damp weather,
And random trampolines that magically appear in our courtyard for the sole purpose of amusing the little ones.
(Okay, not strictly fall-related, but I couldn't resist.)
Also: an adorable ladybug umbrella which of course the independent two-year-old insists on carrying herself, though she finds it unruly and it smacks her in the head from time to time. (I'll get a picture of her carrying it one of these days. Promise.) It is quite the sight, and I have heard many a chuckle escape from the lips of passersby upon watching her struggle with it.
Tell me something good about fall weather and/or rain - I need to stock up on positives to see me through till next spring!