Rain, rain, come to play

I don't know about you, but I adore Spring and her unpredictable temperament. 

She's feisty and gloriously spontaneous.

Just the other night, after a long stretch of sun filled days (12 days to be exact), the heavens opened and we were greeted with a sweet spring time showering. 

As anyone who has lived in Vancouver can attest, 

we know rain. 

We're right up there with the Londoners and our neighbors to the south in Seattle. 

Because of this, I consider myself a bit of an expert. 

And in my opinion, nothing, beats a spring time shower.

Something about  the mixture of warm muggy temperatures and a cooling rain fall, is just delightful.

As I walked along on Monday evening I was glad I was appropriately clad in my favorite red rain jacket and rubber boots.

And of course jumped in a puddle or two ;)

And on the subject of rain, the MOMA has opened it's Rain Room exhibit. This installation is interactive in the best way possible. As you walk through the room, the rain ceases to pour wherever you walk, allowing you to move freely through sheets of rain without getting wet.

As long as you don't move too fast ;)

How cool is that?
I wish I could see it in person!

Wishing you a lovely weekend!

xoxo

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Here or there?

Life as a nanny in the city is largely spent walking with the babes. Oh, the places we walk.

In the rain and in the sun, in the wind and in the downpour. With backpacks, umbrellas, beach toys, groceries, and picnic bags.With bouquets of dandelions and buttercups, stones, sticks and handfuls of grass.

When I'm with the littlest one, we spend our walks chatting about the most random things known to man. Whether it be about the monsters that live in the garage, endless observations and questions about those passing by, booby traps we're sure to encounter, or debating the soonest possible opportunity for yet another sweet treat. "Isn't it a special day Rachel? Couldn't we have a treat?" Cute boy.

But when we've picked up his lovely sister from school and we're walking home, we like to play a game. "If you could, would you live here, or there?"

It's the same game my sisters and I played as girls, riding our bikes after dinner, exploring new neighborhoods as the sun faded into evening. "I'd live here!" Each of us would call out as we passed charming home after charming home. Even still, we catch ourselves playing the very same game, however many years later. It's fun to see what draws someone to a home; almost as if specific features of the desired home illustrate parts of that person.

And is there anything better than dreaming?

So, let's play together, sweet people. :)

If you could, would you live here, or there?

 

P.S. This would be my summer home. A girl can dream, right?  :)

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