It’s been dry here this year. Our measurable rain thus far has been a fraction of what we had hoped for, and far below normal.
Last night though, a weak front came through and gave us a steady overnight shower. Rather than get on my bike as I do most Sunday mornings, I chose to amble through the woods with my phone and my mammal.
There was moisture everywhere, lingering and showing off. It’s as though the rain wanted a round of applause for all it gave us, however temporary that performance might have been.
The scents were fresh and spicy. The coastal rosemary, the sage, the Sycamore, the grasses and other constituents conspired to smell like a cache of potpourri, warmed and wafting.
It was a good meander. Quiet. Fresh. Inviting. Now, onto the bike… Jhciacb
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