GREY in Postcards 4

The sky is a varied grey. The trunks and branches of the trees surrounding us are much the same color. The news stations show us that a rain storm is heading our way. They don’t’ give us any more detail as their doppler’s cover us with the rain of green.

Marta is here today, and we all are hiding. First we pick up and tidy for our housekeeper, then we do our best to keep out of her way. We shut the doors, and watch the wind whipping the leaves and branches around ahead of the oncoming storm. The windows are easily covered with little hashtags of rain.
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• Himself: Work.


• Myself: Menu planning.


• Photo: The old Alder next to the house. This year it is dead.


• Reading: The new Longmire.


• Gratitude’s: Sleep.