The old man is snoring

Hello, friends. IT’S RAINING! This summer, Kingston is experiencing its most severe drought since 1888, and I am so grateful to see the recent rains.

Yesterday, a series of coincidences led us to the lakeside cottage of a friend-of-a-friend. It was incredibly beautiful to drink wine, eat gazpacho, and watch the kids swim (briefly!) in a cold, grey lake.

Here’s the view from the dock:

And another:

The following poem is a favourite with my children right now. This month, we’re calling it “August Rain Song” but it’s actually:

April Rain Song, by Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Hope you have a lovely week, and that you get restorative doses of sunshine, rain, or whatever you need most!