Wet beast Wednesday
Dawn was a spectacular gold/rosy sky that I can only describe as “pink champagne”, and even that may be underselling it. Right now, though, it’s nearly dark, rain is pouring down, and the lightning and thunder are frolicking happily around the top of the mountain.
My raincoat feels and smells like an extra-heavy-weight Hefty trash bag. The dogs elected NOT to come along for morning barn chores, and I don’t blame them. Thankfully they had their morning potty break half an hour before the weather turned.
Good morning to work on a painting or sewing project.
Mourning Cloak butterflies overwinter; as far as I know they are the only butterfly to do that around here. So they’re always the first ones to be seen in the spring. I saw one Monday, and just stopped dead in my tracks to admire it. Not the most colorful - but SUCH a welcome sight. We appear to have skipped typical March weather and jumped straight from February to April. Not sure what that portends for the rest of the year.