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Monday, November 22, 2010
Well, the day was gray, so I decided to run with it. My big plans to dry clothes outside one last time this fall were foiled by the incorrect weather forecast. It was warm, but instead of a low chance of scattered showers it rained most of the day. The joke was on me... around 11 am the sun came out and I hung out the clothes. At 3 pm, you should have seen me dash to bring them in! (They are now hung on my winter rack.)
Gray bark and gray lichen, but the field looking surprisingly bright in the background.
The next surprise is how white the reindeer moss (really a lichen) looks when the pictures are compared. I always think of it as gray.
And, one little friend who didn't want to hold still. Rainfield wasn't here to talk to him for me.