I was enjoying a barbecue with a dozen or so friends when it started raining. No one jumped up to run inside. In fact, no one even mentioned the rain. We all just sat there, waiting to see if it would stop.
After about 10 minutes, someone finally said, “Looks like it’s going to rain. Should we bring this stuff inside?”
I can’t imagine such a scene anywhere else. In the Pacific Northwest, we just don’t let the rain stop us. These Seattle lives go on. We still go to farmers markets. Heather still goes for her walks. We embrace it. It even has some benefits. For example, it washes pollen and other allergens away, and gives us an excuse when we feel like spending the evening inside with a movie, tator-tot casserole and a cozy blanket. I’m a sweater-and-boots kind of girl, so I appreciate being able to wear them 9-10 months of the year. The other two I’ll wear shorts and tank tops.
That’s not to say I don’t long for some sun during the long spring months. The rain doesn’t reliably stop until July, months after the daffodils and tulips start blooming. Months after the sweaters and boots have been replaced with sundresses and flip-flops in the stores. Months after the rest of the country has started tweeting about barbecues, swimming pools and walks around the lake.
But as you’re sipping smoothies and eating salads for dinner, we’ll be cuddled up with our soft blankets and comfort foods.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.