Puddles

Yesterday afternoon my daughter and I attempted to mow the lawn. We were 3/4‘s of the way through when all of the sudden the wind blew cool and the sky darkened. Rain was on the way. When the wet stuff got to our house, it came down in buckets. We ran inside and watched the water pool up in the street and our freshly cut backyard quickly became a moat.

As luck would have it 2 of our dogs had to go “potty”. The rain slacked up some but there was no getting around the sloppy wet dog syndrome…or the even less desirable alternative of a doggy accident. Rather than let the dogs run around in the moat out back and get all muddy not to mention further wreck the yard, I opted to take them for a walk. This was as much an effort in damage control as it was a guilty pleasure to delve back into childhood momentarily.

I had forgotten how much fun it is to walk through the warm puddles of a summer rainstorm. It’s hard to worry about gas prices, traffic, or work when your dog is shaking off in your face or you’re knee deep in water hoping to make your walking partner just a little bit wetter. And while the 4-legged jury was still hung on the whole walk in the rain and puddles thing, my daughter and I both agreed that splashing barefoot through the water is way more fun than cutting grass. When we got home, I returned to adulthood but it was great fun tromping though puddles without a care.

I hope it rains again today.



Note: This entry was originally posted on 8/03/2005 (which is now gone, the blog entry)... but with being her birthday, and everything, it reminded me and thought I'd re-post it here. We don't live in that house anymore but still, it was a happy time, and we have our own memories to make... but still we need to remeber the past...