And tell me why again we live in Seattle.

It is officially summer - two weeks after Memorial Day - time for grilling, sailing, getting a tan, and swimming. Time for flip flops, shorts, tank tops, summer whites, and sun dresses. Time for cold lemonade, popsicles, and the ice cream man.

Not for me...I feel that I have entered a time machine and I woke up this morning in March, give or take a year. Today, I woke up to the cold and rain yet again this week. Instead of putting on my lovely linens pants that have been hanging from the dry cleaning bag since last August, I reach for my winter clothes, complete with my sweater that Pearson tells me "looks like a bathrobe." I have skipped the gloves and scarf. The weather people are worried about avalanches in the mountain pass this weekend since it is predicted they are getting 2 feet of snow.

As I long for summertime, I hear from my colleagues, life long Seattlites, and/or people who just think this is the best city on the planet "Welcome to June Gloom!" As they say this with a smile and an exclamation point, I think to myself they get excited about this as I used to get excited about the pool opening on Memorial Day. I wonder to myself are these folks masochistic or do they simply like being melancholy. And the thing I find even odder is everyone is "ok" with it. No one complains, unlike myself, who can't stop. Following the June Gloom comment, people then always say in followup (as to make you feel better), "oh don't worry, the sun comes out on July 5th and shines through September." I simply stare at them and think to myself, "and tell me why again we live in Seattle."

I am now waiting to see if the prediction comes true and if the skies clear on July 5th. Until that time, I am going to make the most of it and I am going to hit the Farmer's Market that I can see out my front window. I can only hope that the local farmers showed up today to sell fresh produce and meats. I will buy some flowers, which will put a smile on my face and be happy that I am able to buy fresh and organic food a stones throw from my house every week.

Looks like it is a love/hate relationship I have with the Emerald City.