It's rain not snow and somehow that just feels wrong at this time of year. But what do I know? I have only been here going on five winters now. That's not long enough to know real winter patterns in these parts. I certainly can't expect them to be exactly the same every year. Better rain right now anyway.
Rain or snow I linger inside looking out my windows. I need to burn that brush pile.
I heard noises and looked outside. The resident turkeys were making a fluffing attempt to dry off during a brief respite in the rain. I see or hear them most every day. I am on their regular pecking route.
Well it's not raining. Maybe I can get a better picture of the turkeys and check the mail. No mail. No more turkeys. They disappeared over the crest of the hill.
Instead a picture of the amber waves of the front roadside bed will have to do for this brief excursion in the rain.
That was quite an adventure.