Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above - Gordon Lightfoot
As July bleeds into August, there is little solace in the fact that this summer is almost over.
Just where did this summer go?
Washed away with some plans that I had.
I wanted to take in a Cincinnati Reds' ballgame this summer, until my team fell apart and lingered near the cellar of the NL Central, at least 15 games out of first place.
Wasn't able to hit the golf links this summer, due to a foot ailment and the soggy conditions. Not once!
Perhaps that will make me appreciate this sport when I take to the course next spring.
And the damp summer and my overall laziness meant that I didn't plant a garden this season. Not one begonia!
Perhaps that's for the best, since seeds would have washed away and plants would have drown. Maybe next spring I'll start out with a small garden and see where my enthusiasm takes me.
Or next spring I could just throw seeds off my porch and hope for the best.
At least the end of summer means that Ohio State football is almost here.