Very Very Good

There is a poem in Violet's Mother Goose book that reads:

There was a little girl, 

who had a little curl, 

right in the middle of her forehead.  

When she was good 

she was very good indeed, 

but when she was bad she was horrid.  

Now, this is not my daughter.  My daughter is indeed very good (and does indeed have curls), but when she's bad she's only slightly disagreeable, not "horrid".  

No, friends-- I am sharing this poem with you today because it reminds me of Seattle.  

Seattle, who is gorgeous on a good day; all dressed up in blue and green with yellow finches pulling worms from the garden... the sweetest thing you've ever seen, after months of being quite horrid.    

Here is just a tiny taste of what we've had lately...