the rain is raining all around...

And so it goes. Rain and 67° - but as I have said before, a rainy day at the beach is still a day at the beach. I love the sharp smell of the air, the mix of rain and salt water. It's a little September-y, but that is all the more reason to hunker down and read a good book.

Tonight's dinner is Frenched rack of lamb with penne pasta served with a garlic/olive oil sauce and broccoli made a la Maison (that's the soy/garlic sautéed). No onions. Just remember. No onions. Got it?

Sam and Emily will be here within the hour. Must get cooking!

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
-- R.L. Stevenson