"...we part with tender relations stretching far behind us, that never can be exactly renewed..."
we've been having a lot of rain too; I'm not generally even aware of the weather until I have to choose suede or waterproof boots, but even I have begun to notice. The hot dog was a nice touch....
As usual you have my mouth watering. I like my dogs with lots of mustard and sauerkraut. And that french toast sounds incredible. And I can feel the rain too because I was out in in today also; strange weather we're getting. enjoyed your post as usual.
Lorna,
Does seem crazy to be having this much rain for this time of year, doesn't it? Thanks for coming by. Appreciate the compliment.
Scot
rdl,
Glad that you enjoyed it. It's always good when you check in, and I appreciate your visits. Thanks.
Scot
I miss the days that are scripted from memories. Not in a unrevealing way, but in way that builds upon what we love and what we know. 'Starting the day off' adventures are the best kind, and I have my own that are dear to my heart. I hope that you get your snow for your adventures to follow, I would think that a year without the winter days of adventure would be hard to carry through two summers of the opposite types of weekend moments.
For me it was stopping for drinks in the ice chest as I headed up to go hiking, or to the coast when I lived in Texas. This winter is a differnt sorts and there are worse things, but it is nice for us to get some use out of our winter gear and the white of fresh snowfall springs forth the childhood moments of giant snowbanks and our Father's complaining about shovelling the drive once again.
Ah, Maine as it is supposed to be, rain or snow. What I love about your writing, Scot, is that it puts me right there, experiencing place as it is meant to be experienced. And what better place could there be than Maine? Especially when I can experience it from an Oklahoma in the grip of a winter masquerading as spring... 
Lance,
"I miss the days that are scripted from memories. Not in a unrevealing way, but in way that builds upon what we love and what we know." Very perceptive. Thanks for that. It's good to see you come by.
Scot
Clive,
Speaking of Okalahoma, you aren't near any of the areas that experienced the fires, are you? Thanks for sharing how you respond to my work. Your visits and comments are always welcomed.
Scot
They came close, Scot; in fact, one afternoon a few days ago, the skies were clouded over with a strange pall, the smoke from a fire that burned very near to us. Yet we have not been affected and so I cannot say that they intrude upon our existence. As it is for you, they are news items only. I feel for the folk of Oklahoma that have been affected, but also I recall the grassfires of Africa that we had no option but to get out and fight. Such things were below the notice of municipal fire brigades there and We were on our own. Perhaps I should blog this...
Clive,
That an interesting essay would make.
I encourage you to write it.
Scot
I agree that the weather cannot always be what we expect or want and we should enjoy it for what it is. There are rainy days that rival any sunny day at the beach for beauty. Snow has its beauty but then so have the yellow grasses of March.
The best part about New England is that we are served so many varieties of weather that it is only perhaps about the third week of February, when the temperature never gets out of single digits for days at a time, that it is possible to be slightly bored with the weather.
I read down the page, excellent writing. You manage to convey a real sense of New England. Remember though, there's time enough to complain about 50's in January when it is snowing in April.
Ned,
Appreciate your thoughful, descriptive comment. You certainly are right about February. Just trying to say it imitates a shiver.
Scot
Scot,
Reading this, the lightness of it, I had to keep remembering that you had said gusts of rain--thirty to forty miles an hour, beating against the windows. I couldn't help but think that you were going out to play in the rain. The pacing, your description of it, it's all so joyful and so alive. It's almost Gene Kelly. Bravo.
Scot- HappyNewYear, if I haven't wished you that yet. I've been out of touch.
This is such vivid writing. So many clear images crossed my inner eye as I read it, like watching a movie. I've much to learn about good writing, hopefully by visiting more often.
ciao,
David
Liz,
Eating a hot dog in the rain compared to singing? To Gene Kelly? I like that comparison. I'm still not sure exactly what kind of day it was except that the rain that fell was unbelievable. What a contrast yesterday, though. The temperature didn't get above 20 and the wind was horrific. It was a Chicago kind of day. Thanks for coming by. I'm heading out in about ten minutes for Ft Benning to see my son graduate. See you when I get sometime next week.
Scot
Dave,
Thanks for that. Your visits are always welcomed and I appreciate the sincerity of your comments. Considering you are masterful in creating wonderful images with the poems you write, I am humbled by your compliment. I'll stop by your site to say, "Hello," after I've returned from Ft. Benning. Until then,
Scot
There are days when I look forward to a good rain. Those are the days when introspection and solace are all I'm seeking. I don't know--there's nothing like a good rain for quiet reflection.
Your positive spirit shines through the rain. We need more Scots in this world...
We had a mild winter too. And I for one hopes it stays that way. I don't mind rain, but I the snow and cold - yikes 
I liked your writing with its details, flavours and smells. It's a very sensory piece.
Thanks Scot
Here in DC, we had ten days in January above sixty, and most of those were sunny. If winter really is going to begin now, it's going to make my case of spring fever hit that much harder.
Global climate change - no myth here.
Mojo, Patry, Melly and Daedalus:
Thanks to all for commenting while I was on hiatus. After spending a week down in Georgia, and coming back to a rather hectic week at work, it took a me a few days to get back to schedule.
Scot
'When I got back inside my car, my Woolwich coat smelled like wet wool mittens after a hard day’s play out in the snow.
As I sat encased in moisture eating my hot dog, it didn’t take long before the windows inside my car steamed up real good.'
Vivid to the senses.
Jackal,
Thanks for coming by. Appreciate the comment.
Scot
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