Pea Soup

Spring in DC is wrapping itself up with a series of very muggy, overcast days. We still haven't received the rainfall the land here needs, but at least we're getting some occasional showers. It's better than nothing.

Humidity in the midatlantic is a force all its own, separate in so many ways from temperature and precipitation, having almost nothing to do with clouds, as far as I can tell. Humidity here is a river of thick, invisible air that comes and goes on days like today. It's oppressively hot when Brother Sun pokes his head from behind the clouds, but can be strangely chilling in a damp, heavy way anytime the clouds gather to keep the sunshine away.

Sometimes a cool and surprisingly dry breeze kicks up, stirs the trees. But then five minutes later it might feel like a thick blanket of wet cotton has settled onto the landscape, preventing movement of any kind.

Oh well, it's neither here nor there. I'm working today, hence indoors with filtered air, pushed around by fans scattered artfully around the chateau.

Outside the sky is gray and yellow-ish white, the leaves hang heavily on the trees. Oh those weather gods are in foul moods today. Settle down, you guys - or go the other way and give us some rain, ok? Please? Thank you.