Considering Bogs

You'd like it here today. Rain showers coming and going; the comfort of dark skies and cool air—a sign of times to come. This morning, on our walk along the former train tracks, it began to rain. It was one of those fine rains you realize you enjoy getting stuck out in because it's short-lived, and you know you won't get soaked. 

Under that falling rain, we walked by a beaver pond, and both Emily and Samwise sniffed the area in the high grass where a beaver had crossed the trail to another pond. I could see where his tail dragged across the earthen path.