We've had mild days of mingled mist and sunshine, some gentle showers at night.
Last evening a serious rain began and continued to come down all through the dark hours.
This was the view from the front porch this morning.
After a draught summer and an autumn that brought no moisture, these showers are most welcome in spite of the gloomy dark days which are part of the package.
The boy cats had already been outside, stomping through wet leaves, then back inside when I went out to the porch with my camera.
Aren't they a rogue's gallery?
The three year old rosemarys are still on the porch, flourishing in the mild damp air.
The one in the center--a prostrate form--has been in bloom for several months.
As I came in the front door, J. was peering out the slider in the dining room.
These turkeys are just where they always appear--crossing the back field, headed for the woods.
The zoom on my camera is inadequate to show them clearly.
No matter how quietly I cross the dooryard hoping for a better photo, they hear me and rush, gabbling, toward the trees.
J. counted 17 in this flock.
Little Edward and Nellie investigate a dooryard puddle.
Edward takes a sip from a deeper puddle near the red truck.
Cats are classically supposed to destest water. Not so, Little Edward.
Eddie 'helps' with any task I do at the sink.
He inserts himself into folds of the shower curtain, prowls along the edge of the bathtub, often popping his head round the curtain at the foot of the tub while water steams about the bather.
As soon as the water faucet is turned off, he hops in and pokes at the drops disappearing down the drain.
"Come in , Nellie--the water is--well--a mite chilly!"
Thankfully the rains have brought up a green mist of wheat planted several weeks ago as a cover crop on the corn ground.
My treks around the muddy dooryard this morning brought to my attention the unwelcome fact that my rose-colored wellies have sprung leaks.
This is the second new pair of rubber boots in five years--not a good track record.
Rather than invest in yet another pair in that price range, I'm going online to search for some authentic green wellies--a necessity of life in the country.
At 3 P.M. the murky light of the day is already slipping away.
I've done some 'house-cleaning' on my PC in hopes that photos will load more quickly.
[This has been a real roadblock to blogging in recent weeks.]
A beef roast in the crockpot is filling the house with savory smells.
Time to kindle a fire downstairs and have a look at various projects in waiting.
Little Edward shows a definite interest in learning to hand quilt!
A pale glimmer that suggests the sun is headed for an early evening, though the official time for sundown is an hour away.