For the past week the temperature has been about ten degrees above average. It got so warm that I switched from jeans and long sleeved shirts to capris and tees. According to the nightly news and the weather app on my phone, though, a change was coming. Today was forecast to be rainy and tomorrow 20 degrees cooler.
First thing in the morning my app said the rain would start at noon, but as the day wore on the precipitation start kept getting pushed back. At 3 pm the sun was shining, the app said that the first substantial chance of rain was two hours away, and I decided I would take advantage of it while I could. Hubby Tony was working, but when I suggested he take a break and go out with me it didn't take him long to agree. Ten minutes later we were locking the front door on our way out.
Our area's COVID numbers are going through the roof, and because of that we've been trying to avoid people whenever possible. Tony suggested that if we drove to a parking lot a half mile from the house we could walk on a scenic road--up one side and then down the other. The road has a wide shoulder on each side instead of a sidewalk, and because of that not much foot traffic. There was an excellent chance we would be the only ones there.
We walked for about 30 minutes, then turned around. The first leg featured a combination of sun mixed with puffy clouds and a nice warm breeze. However, shortly after we started the trip back the sky turned ominous. The wind began gusting, the gusts were cooler, and they caused the leaves on the ground to fly though the sky.
Three blocks away from the car big fat drops of rain started falling. We picked up the pace to a slow jog and made it back to the car without getting too wet. Ten minutes later, we were back at home and picking up the projects we had abandoned when the skies opened up. The rain was blowing in through the windows and I had to hustle to get them closed. As I did I thanked my lucky stars that we had turned around when we did.
Five years ago today: Secret Stairs