It's not that cold; just a low grey sky and steady rain. Eighteen hours of swinging between a chilly misting and window slapping sprays. If I can keep my head dry, I'm out the door.
snowdrops in the pine needles
raindrops on the maple
holes the dog dug
green hellebore being beautiful
tea for cold fingers and cold nose
Thank you, as always, for these little glimpses of life through your eyes.
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