Yes, those are puddles of water. It has accumulated in the yard since the rain began yesterday afternoon after one of the windiest soccer mornings we've had so far. Even John, who normally doesn't mind the cold, was freezing in the stands over at Edgren. I cowered in the van watching Joseph's and Katie's games through the fences.
I do have an excuse for not braving the elements in order to cheer for our children. Poor Meghan has come down with a rotten cold. It's one of those sad baby colds where she has to stop nursing to catch her breath. It's a pitiful state to be in. Even worse, we're down to one car this weekend, so she has had to come along to everything. She's taking a nice long nap today, so hopefully that will help her recover from yesterday's volunteer time in the concession stand at Edgren, 3 soccer games, 1 birthday party, evening Mass, and dinner and DVD with friends. Poor baby.
It's a bit hard to see in the photo, but this afternoon it is pouring down a sleety rain and blowing in big sideways gusts. There's even been thunder and lightening. I'm sure glad soccer was yesterday when it was "only" windy. When we go from sunny, blue sky to freezing rain in only two days, it makes me think of the line from Eliot: "April is the cruelest month..."
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