The rites of spring

Yesterday is backblipped, and it's prettier than this.

We decided to have our own traditional Easter omelette, because we are fed up with the village social club's new habit of holding it in the village hall, rain or shine. It's not right, the wild asparagus omelette has to be eaten outdoors. But so as not to clash with their event, we decided to have ours today instead of Monday.

We carefully studied the weather forecast and S did the hard work of identifying a secret spot near the river, well sheltered from the wind. He and A spent an hour yesterday tidying it up and cutting back undergrowth, and this morning he did several trips carrying table, chairs, crockery and cutlery to set a table in the bosky dell.

As you can see, the weather was not terribly cooperative. We'd told our guests to meet us outside our house, and when I led the convoy off it was sunny, albeit windy. Within minutes of arriving, we felt the first spots of rain. "It'll pass over," we said optimistically, putting up hoods and gathering under the parasol as the rain grew heavier. We had aperos and A bravely cooked the omelette (extra). But then we had to admit defeat, as we were all getting cold and damp. After eating the omelette we piled everything except furniture into the cars and reconvened at our house where we had to do some swift furniture arranging to fit everyone in.

Of course, the sun came out shortly afterwards, but we weren't tempted. A lazy afternoon eating and drinking followed. Since then there has been further torrential rain. What's the betting it's sunny on Monday?