endless rain
…or so it seems.
In truth, it’s only been raining four days, but time slows in January here, and each day stretches extra long. And now we have snow in our short-term future…..sigh.
Even the ladies at the bank seem glum, and the wetness has slogged through boots and jackets, gloves and hats are already soaked.
We walk, still. Well, most days we do. And we’re rewarded with burning cheeks and a fresh attitude each time. Walking in the fog offers magic as its own reward, and a timelessness.
The birds are out, as always…and in spite of it all, it’s always reassuring to recall these lines from Oliver Herford:
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
These days are made for a fire in the wood stove and a movie at the Village Hall. Loved your post!
I like the photo of the skiff “floating” in the fog… it would make a neat painting, too.
Funny, I’ve been writing about the rain, too. It’s inescapable, and it’s soaked into my bones and my brain, I feel.
Yes, Melanie, I know! It’s soaking into us and it has only been 4 days. God help us when winter comes.
Love the second photo…no color except for the grass. Winter can be a trying time of the year. I love the lines about being nearer to spring.