Not much swinging, but still a lot of puddles. The last picture is of a "creek" that flows by our house. In that picture it's pretty sedate, on rainy days it can be quite the babbling brook. The boys and one of the neighbor boys are always building dams and floating boats on it. Either that or scooping up the algea and throwing it at the girls that reward them with screams. What is it about the masculine psyche that finds such satisfaction in a blood curdling feminine scream?
It's also the time of year that I start talking about moving to Texas. Everybody knows that and so they say to themselves "Just hold on, summer will come and then she'll forget all about it."
Well it would be nice to be DRY for a while!
What's going on at your house?