New Blue

…raindrops keep falling on my head…

they keep falling,

but I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining,

because I’m free,

Nothings worrying me.

Aah…Such an eloquent composition by Burt Bacharach and Hal David. Still can’t listen to that song without thinking of the bicycle scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (Savvy marketing capturing the essence of risqué love with corn and barn innocence…)

Tinerate, its raining! It’s pouring! And on the side of the mountain, I am in lockdown mode and loving it!

The clouds have rolled in across the valley to sit as a blanket of grey and I’m unable to see beyond the deck. (In fact, if we were in old time London town, we’d be in a pea-souper, just without the pollution!) The wind is whistling through the mountains and thunderstorms that threatened all day now leave one to wonder if they will ever end. But It’s not dreary. It’s not dismal. In fact, it’s the brilliant new blue!

Vermont has been without rain for some time now (I know! One look at all the lush green and ready to dispute that but apparently not so) and whilst not in drought, rainfall is desperately needed and so, the talk of the new blue of summer abounds. (Just to clarify, I didn’t understand what was meant by this either. So to make sure we are all on the same page let me explain that this means grey stormy skies. Uh huh…truly. Personally I think it was made up but I’m still liking it )

Anyhoo, so in honour of the exciting new hue, today is all about the blue…