My mother used to joke that she controlled the weather. "If I carry an umbrella, it won't rain."
Today I wore my umbrella earrings, made by the amazing Fimo clay artist in north western Pennsylvania. Thanks to me and these umbrellas, there was a steady drizzle for most of the day, but no serious downpour. Not even during carpool this afternoon, a time when the skies often open and drench us all. After all, I control the weather.
Late this afternoon, when I went to take a quick photo in the misty outdoors, I realized that I'd be risking getting my camera damp while taking a lousy photograph. It's a drab, gray, soggy world out there. So I came back in and wandered about looking for a spot to shoot a photo.
I hung my earrings over my kitchen sink, from the elephant tile that I bought at an Amsterdam street market some 15 years ago on my first trip to Europe. Like an elephant, I love water. I find washing dishes therapeutic; I dream of summer when I will once again paddle my kayak upstream against the current; I joyfully raise my face toward the showerhead to greet each new day.
I love water. Just not cascading at dismissal time. Today I wore my umbrella earrings to keep my feet dry.
On to April! April showers bring... And me with no more umbrella earrings...