when i was a younger girl i played on the screened in porch of a second story apartment. the porch was my castle and i was the princess of all i surveyed. my little table held concoctions of cereal mixed with peanut butter and my teacups were filled with cherry koolaid 'tea'. oh how i loved rainy days that perpetuated my illustions of my little island kingdom and even my baby bother (yes, that's how i spelled it back then) couldn't worry me. the siamese cats would weave in and out with their weird meows and crooked eyes. if i was very lucky, i could hear my mother cooking and humming along with the radio.
as i got older, i outgrew that little paradise - my circle of experience widened and soon best friends (forever!) would be invited over for finger sandwiches. we would do crazy things - like handwrite an entire newspaper or open a barber shop in our backyard (don't worry - mom made sure there were no razors in our razors).
still the circle grew and instead of longing for rainy days in a magical solitary kingdom, i prayed for sunny days of catching fireflies and riding my bicycle all over the world. those days are the essence of summer to me...even now, years (and years) later.
today i watched the rain from my little treehouse room. i listened to the pugs snore as i stitched the second row of my pillow top. and i thought of those flickering images in my memories. then the sun came out and light fell across the leaves of the trees. they appeared golden. and i smiled. thankful for both the rain and the sun. because all of those things make up our lives. both can bring comfort - it's just a matter of perspective.