Our usual weather pattern of fog and rain has set in upon us with a vengeance. We have not seen the sun in almost a week. I mean...literally...we have not seen the sun. That old rascal does not even attempt to show his face! So, we live in drear. There is the constant sound of water dripping on the rooftop. At least, the garden appreciates the moisture but too bad it is not cold along with this. Caterpillars also love this type weather.
My hikes are often cut short as I am generally soaked to the bone after about twenty minutes of being outside. Then, regardless of the temperature, I am chilled. Age does that. So...I come in and huddle around the old cast iron wood-burning stove for a bit. That and a mug of tisane from whatever I managed to gather on the hike are my warming agents. Drear....aging.....so goes life on the Bayou.
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