“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.”
So sayeth the cat in the hat.
Well, the rain continues to pour, lightening continues to strike and the thunder is a little disconcerting.
A brief respite from the deluge allowed for frivolity with the elements.
Then no sooner had it stopped, it started again. Enormous drops of rain falling straight down from dark, nefarious skies. Perfectly vertical rain hitting the flooded ground to create a sea of bubbles like a witches, boiling cauldron.
It seems so long ago that we had to constantly invent rainy day activities; now we are used to the sun shining and the scorching breeze of the desert. What on earth could we do to amuse ourselves whilst the land soaked itself in the glory of precipitation.
Why! We would do some shell painting…
Yup, a dolphin. Only kidding – a turtle?
Of course, some palm trees.
Abstract art, that is.
As to who did what – that’s not important but your guesses would probably be correct.
Suffice to say, a splendid afternoon, getting back to basics with paint and newspaper.
To finish off with, an arty picture of our flooded garden. No need to turn your head upside down – I’ve done it for you.
Roll on Summer!!