It's wet outside. Very wet. Our house sits at the top of a high spot. The vineyards are planted to maximize drainage. The ravines that drain to the river below are running. Water still manages to collect. Nearly everywhere one tries to go, one is constantly splashed. One's feet sink into muddy ground. The cuffs of one's jeans are soaked. Leaf litter collects on one's shoes and boots. I, for one, am not happy.
However, I know things will dry up after a while. It's more or less the cycle that we're more or less used to. And I'll likely be back to complaining about the hot, buggy summer that we're pining for now. Spring is a toss up; it can go either way. It could go both ways. But, whichever way it goes, we'll surely complain about that, too.
It’s weeks like these I’m grateful for pavement.
ReplyDeleteI misread the photo caption as "WALTER stands in the tracks of shoes and boots and vehicle ruts." and then I laughed, I'm sorry about that, but we all need to laugh at times like this. Back when I lived in my old Kentucky home, our backyard was a mucky mess like yours- it was miserable at times. Then there was the coming of spring and it made my heart sing.
ReplyDeleteGray skies are an every day challenge to our mood and outlook, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteIt gets old, yeah. I think I'd like alternate weeks of wet and cold with sunny and warm. I wonder how that would work? - Chrissoup
ReplyDeletemitch, ha!
ReplyDeleteevelyn, I was standing in something, I'm sure.
judy, yup!
chris, sometimes it feels just like that.