Living the good life, with rain

Posted sign on hill

I got out for half a walk this morning, with only a few raindrops daintily pattering on my head.

Cypress spurge

Most of the remainder of the day, it was drippy to rainy-drippy, and it never got warm—pure indoor weather.

We did a end-of-the-road potluck at the neighbors’; the buffet groaned with many bowls of yumminess. Ingredients picked fresh from the land here included chives, ramps, and morels. Star ingredient for potato salad overwintered from last year’s garden next door…. We are darned fortunate.

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