Rain with a Chance of Even More Rain

Back to normal in the Pacific Northwest, it would seem. Our mild and unusually dry winter days over and gone. Webbed toes remembering their glory days. This is what we signed up for when we settled the hills and valleys of north western Oregon. I for one am not complaining.

It does tend to get a bit old, but the payoff is well worth it... Green summers, skin that doesn't get tight and itchy, falling asleep to the sound of gurgling and dripping from the eaves and gutters.

Crab Apple Tree :: Crocheted Wool Hat in a Color called Shire :: Beef Stew with Evergreen Rosemary fresh from the Herb Garden :: Valentine Bouquet from the Farmboy :: Grandma's Bird Bath gathering Rain :: Cream and Grounds in my Coffee :: Winter Branches :: Hellebore, the Harbinger of Spring :: the Two Sweetest Kids on the Planet :: Pumpkin Waffles :: Heather :: Rain-soaked Lichen

Lately

Early sunsets far to the Southern horizon, those two sweetest faces, the return of Winter's birds and frost, a Thankfulness Tree, piano ivories waiting to be tickled, artwork and chores, the Farmboy's abandoned coffee mug, frozen birdbath, steaming pasta pot, fifteen years' wear on the handrail, a warm fire, my instrument of choice, and a little something wintery for your desktop background.