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Ireland has a bad reputation when it comes to weather. All around the world people believe it always rains, and while we may get our fair share of wet, we do tend to have lots of dry days.
Most of these beautiful sunny days normally occur between April and August but this year it seems all bets are off. For some unknown reason our Irish weather has decided to go a little rouge and our usually beautiful May days have turned into a roulette of possibilities.
The early morning guessing game of what to wear becomes a torturous affair, after all how does one dress for sun, rain, hail and wind all in one outfit? And it seems I always get it wrong and either end up with wet feet or way too warm.
As I sit at my desk and look out into my tiny back yard I am entertained by a play of shadows and light, sunshine illuminates the whitewashed walls to only suddenly darken and heavy drops of rain draw lines on the glass. Then a gust of wind plays with some colourful windmills for a while to be interrupted by the rhythmic beating of hail.
It truly is mystifying how this year our May weather can’t seem to make up it’s mind!
Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.