It doesn't seem to matter what season I come to my parents' house, I never get great weather. There was the autumn vacation of 2003 where there was a huge unexpected heatwave and I had to buy all new clothes, the winter vacation of 2006 where we were iced in and had no power for a couple of days, and the best one yet - the summer vacation of 2007 where it rained heavily for 12 of the 13 days we were here.
I still can't download the pictures from my camera, so I looked through my Mom's pictures on her computer and found some beautiful winter ones - I figured they would be welcome respite in August's heat.
The view out the front door:
The view out the back door (not from the same storm):
Bitching aside, the weather hadn't been bad this trip. Not fantastic, but certainly not in the monsoon or heatwave persuasion. Willow and I head back to the US tomorrow, and I have to say I am absolutely dreading the return to humidity. I am not a summer girl at all. Give me snow, a fireplace, knitting in my lap and I am as happy as a clam.