A day of sunshine in the midst of the rainy season: what a wonderful gift. I was in several neighborhoods of Seattle on this sunny Saturday and everybody and their kids and dogs were enjoying the sunshine. People pushing baby carriages, people jogging by, walking with espressos, sitting at sidewalk cafes, couples walking arm in arm: it seemed like a holiday. I guess it was, holy I mean. Holy as in blessed or sanctified. Funny how a little bit of sunshine can help us to appreciate nature. We need the rain, for where would we be without it? It would be a desert, and I for one can only handle a little bit of time in the desert. That’s why I live in the Pacific Northwest where everything is green—all the time. But I am oh so thankful for a few days of sunshine.