Bad Weather

I am just going to say that this weather has gotten me down. If this were February, I could deal. March, even, with a little good-natured complaining. But April 23rd and still wearing a long sleeve shirt, a sweater and wool socks? Not cool. Hail and snow instead of light ocean-kissed breezes? Depressing. I don't think I can maintain this slippery hold on sanity for more than another day of this dreariness.
Yesterday was Earth Day and we braved the elements (a downpour and even a peal of thunder and lightning at one time!) to go to the OSU organic growers' club hooha, as they call it. I have never been to an official hooha before, and I have to say (and maybe it was my addle-brained cabin-fevered rain-drenched state) that it was righteous. I never did see the promised petting zoo, but there was a guy blowing the hugest bubbles, some draft horses plowing the muddy clay, live folk music, and the nicest spread of hippie food (rice and veggies, lentils and tofu and such, hunks of sourdough bread, pickles, and dairy-free ice cream with marionberry sauce) to be scarfed down elbow-to-elbow under sodden tents. But the timing was good; when we got there (after nap, of course), the sun was almost visible and the rain a mere drizzle. The sun even appeared in a moment of glory! Then, just as the food line moved under the tent, the downpour started, and by the time we had warm food in our bellies, it had slowed down to a tolerable drizzle. I think Trevor, little icicle that he was, would have gladly stayed for hours; he doesn't mind the rain or the cold just as long as there's a party and some mud.
I am now sipping a cup of lemon balm tea, wildcrafted from our front border (I did not, would not plant lemon balm!), and it is a freakish plant with leaves the size of my hand. I think the word got out that our border theme is "romp freely," and even though uninvited, how could lemon balm, such a free romper, not crash the party? I just hope l.b. doesn't invite its rowdy friends.