I was up early enough to see the brief appearance of blue sky. The sun wasn't exactly out. It had yet to make it over the top of a cloudy Sandy Mush Bald. The sky quickly resealed itself.
How full does the bucket need to be before you can say it's raining buckets? That wind was sure howling last night too.
I snuck in a quick stroll before the rains returned and I head down to the cabin to stain the ceiling of the main room.
It seems rainy days and Sundays are now the main cabin work days. I am beginning to remember what it is like to work for a living. Gardening clients have been keeping me busy this spring.
Maybe I should start buying lottery tickets. I could stay busy in this mountain top garden alone until the end of my time.