I guess it’s true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Certainly, not many people would find these pictures beautiful.
If you’ve been in a five-year drought, as we have, these are truly beautiful. Puddles! Big puddles! Muddy and brown, but real wet water!
We had a good rain last night, about a quarter of an inch. It was wonderful to sit under our cozy electric throws and listen to the rain on the roof. We were a little surprised, though, to look out of the window just before we went to bed and see — nothing. The fog had come in that quickly.
It was still foggy this morning, but it has burned off and revealed a nice but chilly day. The best part of it is the weather prediction; it’s supposed to rain again Monday night, and again on Christmas. They’re predicting a white Christmas . . . in the mountains, that is. At least we’ll be able to look up and see the snow, if it really arrives.
The drought’s not broken, by any means, but it’s at least a start.