One of the things I miss most about New York is the gray days. I know you must be thinking "is she crazy?!" But here where we rarely get a gray day, where it is sunny all winter long, I miss the quiet days inside. It is almost impossible to be inside on a brilliant, sunny day. And so we spend all day, every day outside. Let me tell you, it can be exhausting. Today we will curl up with tea and blankets and books. We will watch it rain and be grateful for the water in the gardens. We will have chicken and dumpling soup for dinner. And if it is still raining tonight we will sleep peacefully under the pitter, patter of rain on the roof. Thank goodness for gray days.
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