I'm not sure which is more confused, me or the weather, but one of us definitely doesn't know what's going on. The weather seems as indecisive as I am trying to decide which picture of Baby Gabe is the cutest (no simple feat when looking at the cutest and sweetest baby ever). One thing is for sure, if you aren't happy with the weather conditions, just wait a while. They are bound to change. Today started with what I've been told was heavy snow (I wouldn't know from personal experience as I slept in this morning). This was followed by lots of rain which took a break just long enough for us to think it was safe to go bail the water out of James's boat for his Name's Day. We hadn't made it back to the house from that escapade before it started raining again and within a few minutes of being inside it was again snowing heavily. After a few more spells of the weather fluctuating from rain to nothing, we ended the day with blue skies and sunshine. Given that it is now the middle of May, I would have thought the snow would be over and spring would be in full swing. Swallows have traditionally been the official announcers to the end of winter in the village. When the elders were young, they were not allowed to take any "toys" outside until the swallows came. (I use the word toy here a bit loosely because they really had very few toys growing up. Many of the women played with rocks for dolls as little girls). Once the swallows were here winter was officially over and it was believed that taking your toys out before they arrived would prolong the winter. The swallows are here, and flying around ever so cutely among the falling snowflakes. I wonder if they're as confused as I am.
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