In Ireland you can have all four seasons in a day, so it’s difficult to say anything is really off-season. However, it’s the middle of June and although we’ve had a little bit of sunshine, this is what most days have been like so far; cold and grey. The only thing that’s missing is the rain – and that’s about to visit us today by the looks of things.
Last weekend we finally got around to buying a swinging garden seat and it rained for two days, leaving us tripping over the box as it stood unopened in our hallway. On the third day, the rain stopped and we put it together, my husband and I, without one argument about the size of the A screws in relation to the B screws, as drawn out in the enclosed instruction sheet – possibly by a five year old. The dog loves it and he sat with me later that night, the two of us wrapped in a blanket under a starlit sky, swinging to and fro on our lovely padded seat. He’s still sitting on the nice new comfy seat, only it’s not on the swing, due to the impending rain. I think he’s trying to tell me something.
I’ve explained what off-season means, but he just doesn’t get it.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”