Well, more or less after the rain. It’s sprinkling now, and I suppose we’ve gotten a few more hundredths this afternoon.
This morning, though, it was almost clear. There was a rosy glow to the west . . .
And a dramatic dawn to the east.
The mountains were sharply outlined, and intensely blue.
There were quite a few people riding today, despite the wet weather. That must be because it’s so nice not to be riding in billows of dust for a change. It won’t stay that way long, unless we get another storm, but everyone will enjoy it while it lasts.
Marion called today, to ask me if I wanted to go to the camellia show. I would have taken her up on it on another day, but there was a fire in the fireplace and a pot of stew bubbling on the stove. I just couldn’t bring myself to leave the fireside. It’s March, after all; there won’t be many more chances!
Since it is March first, I decided to choose a new theme. I hope there will be real rainbows in our future!