Rain

On the way, or so the weather forecasters have promised. Of course, they've been promising that for the last couple of days and they've been wrong so far. I would like to make a six figure salary for being wrong. I get paid much less for being right. Or, in my case, left, but never mind. Today was New England at it's glorious best. Windy, but not too much, coolish, but not too cold, sunny but not skin bakingly so. Love it. I saw most of the day from my windows at work, but I has morning and evening outings with the dog who loves the evening romp as much as I do. The morning romp, she's not so sure about.

One of the nice things about where we live is the proximity to the cemetery. Spring Grove is the home of some of our favorite walks. And it has been since we've lived here, all twenty years. Tonight the sun was beginning to vanish behind clouds by the time I got in from work, checked in with Steve and got changed to walking clothes. That combined with the hour of day - we're getting dark earlier and earlier these days - make for a mood walk. Lots of deep green, some yellow and orange scattered among the maples, and clouds starting to fill in. Nothing heavy or threatening cloudwise, rather milky streams across the sky that reflect sunlight in such interesting ways, (the picture above makes me think of a funnel guiding the day up and out - or perhaps that's the dark down and in) and make the sky seem soft and misty even when the air is dry. Since I'm working most of the next couple of days, I'm okay with a day or two of rain. It's restful. It washes the dust away and refreshes the colors. I just don't want it to stay for long. After all there's a book full of hikes we have to get to. . .