April showers. May downpour.

If April showers bring May flowers, what the hell does a constant May downpour bring?

O.K. The wells are sure full, the daffodils seem to be enjoying themselves, by the sound of it, the spring peepers are having a wee of a time. If there was a thriving umbrella industry, but I don't think there is, they would be going full tilt. Aside from the fact that a neighbour told me, when I first moved to this hamlet, as I offered him an umbrella, real men don't carry umbrellas here.

How is it possible to look on the sunny side when you never see the sun? I have to shove the dogs out the door. They don't seem to be hearing Nature calling. They return with incredibly muddy feet, that have changed my sky blue painted kitchen floor a motley brown.

Then there is the little creek that seems to be forming down the centre of my gravel driveway. There are puddles galore, but the little puddle jumpers I love best are far away in a big city of cement, where puddles are almost rare. What is a puddle worth if there isn't a small child in rubber boots to stomp in it.

I am thankful I that I am not threatened by The Red River as the people of Manitoba are. That is no laughing matter. The rain there is threatening their lives, their economy and their day to day living.

Those poor little hummingbirds outside today must be having a miserable time.

I am not complaining, I think I am just whining a bit. There doesn't seem much else to do. Well, there is a lot I could be doing, but my spark plugs are damp.

I am struggling to get up the energy to go to the local rural, meat market to find me a great big, plump, perfect tomato from a nearby hot house. That will have to be my little sun for today.

What does a constant May downpour bring? Grand new dimensions and enthusiasm to Nova Scotians' favourite  topic of conversation, the weather.