Rain. Droves. Piles. Streams. Mud...aplenty. Puppy, soaking wet and curled up in front of a warm fire after a long rainy stroll on an unseasonably cold May day. It's amazing how often people talk about the weather here...Wisconsin was similar. Georgia we only talked about it if it was 105 and we'd run out of water...which does happen on occasion. I find that my mood, my energy level, and my tolerance for my dog sniffing squirrel trails is all in direct proportion to whether or not the sky is pissing. My trips to the Keeneland Race track, and also my lack of attendance at the Kentucky Derby were directly impacted by this rain. The bluegrass is so lush because it's drowning!
As spring transitions into summer I'm enjoying evening walks with Bailey through gardens, seeing my puppy embrace his large form and frolick with all the purebred labs who get to visit Ashland at night. I've had a few too many encounters with oddities at the dog park to rock it out nightly. What I'm really excited for? Baseball. More to come as I decide whether or not to support the Cincinnati Reds.
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