I keep a record of the weather each day. It’s not a very sophisticated system, an icon scribbled in my bullet journal, but I do it religiously.
So, I know that for 21 days in November and 13 days so far in December it has either rained or been total grey cloud cover where I live.
All my favourite walks look more like the Battle of the Somme than a path and my heart is as grey as the sky overhead.
I have repeated all the truisms ad nauseam. If it wasn’t wet we wouldn’t have the luscious green. There’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing. It’s only water, etc…
But really, weather gods, is it too much to ask for for a little bit of blue. Or preferably, quite a lot!
And soon . . .