My, how the winds and rains raged from Friday through Sunday morning! The rivers rose and began to flood. Lusty gales shook the trees, even toppling some. Our sleepy trails were washed out yesterday morning, and some remain so today. But what a sight to see the blue shimmering above it all. It’s a fine way to begin November.
I’ve often thought that the sky looks scrubbed clean after bolder storms when a front pushes through. The air feels pristine. It tickles the lungs, and even has a sweeter taste to it.
This morning we walked along the river, hopping some puddles and splashing through others. The forest delivered to us an E.E Cummings “mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful” amble. We ran into a number of toads who were happy to be in a world to their liking.
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