The story for this week is likely to be "wet." The rain let up for a while late this afternoon and I took a short walk. The deer were soaked, but still finding things to snack on in the yard.
I casually snapped a few pictures of leaves attempting to find a little warmth above ground, and some wet bedraggled crocuses, blooming, but with their petals huddled together in the cold and damp. I didn't even realize till I looked at the picture on the computer how all the water droplets had balled up on the waxy surface. Even the rain has beauty.
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