It’s not officially summer, but it felt like it anyway, until today when rain showered the Bay Area, making it look more like Portland than California. I’ve loved every minute of it: the calm, the sweet smell, the tapping on the roof, slowly walking out of Target with a full shopping cart and a cup of coffee, cleaning off my dirty car, the respite from the heat. My daughter left for school looking like summer was here, while my son wore sweatpants, even though I suggested he change, warning that he’d be hot later when the clouds wore off. He made the right decision to ignore me, as the drizzling has continued and the sun continues to hide.
There’s something cleansing about the first rain in some time. Everything looks shiny and clean(er), as the dirt and pollen on recent weeks gets washed away. It’s nature’s way of shaking out the rug to clear out the dust.
We’ve been counting the number of deer spotted around our house, and last week, they began getting really close to our house, which is something that doesn’t happen until August, when other food sources have been depleted and they come in close to snack on anything they can get near our home (typically our vegetable bed and berry bushes). Our early June visitors weren’t a welcome sight, not because it’s not fun to look out the window to see a deer staring right back from the other side, but because this means things are dry. Not only do we live near deer, but we live in a high fire danger area, and a lack of rain means a long fire season. One day of rain doesn’t solve things, but it helps refresh the lawn and the flower beds without bringing out the hose. Hot weather is more bearable with a break.