On my birthday this year, I woke up to rain. Not entirely unusual during the summer in Portland, but concerning because Tessa had planned me a backyard garden party. We arranged flowers and made tea sandwiches while I worried that it would all be ruined. At noon it was still coming down. So, I stomped outside and said "if my party is rained-out it is a bad omen. This is going to be a terrible year!" (... I have a flair for the dramatic)
The rain held off all afternoon, long enough for home-made sorbet and champagne cocktails.
Long enough, even, to assure me that this year would be a good one.
(photos) on film with Pentax K1000 | a few more on Flickr. (p.s.) here's an iphone photo of me really excited because it's not raining and because I'm wearing a caftan.