A few more photos of the Must have started raining in the early morning hours and is continuing to rain. I can hear it on my studio roof - LOVE that sound. There is that misty look I love in front of the hills that separates them into layer after layer going back into the greyness. I'm wearing my cozy sweats since it seems kind of chilly. Got up about 8 and had some cream of wheat for breakfast with my activia vanilla yogurt and a cup of tea with honey. Raven's curled up by my feet waiting to clean the bowl - she loves that and I suppose thinks it's her job. She HAS to thoroughly clean the little yogurt cup too. The dogs are denning up in the house where its warm and dry.
I've been watching the big bunch of video movies Nanny loaned to me - mayby am halfway through the all - and have been enjoying them. Just now it's Balto and Balto II. Looks like the next one in line is Antz!
We have a cow in our field that has crawled through the fence. If it doesn't go back to its "home" pasture Joe will probably need to open the gate so it can get to water in the creek. Not sure without getting very close to her who she belongs to. I think we should just open the gate and let the cattle come on in here to crop down all the grass that is left high. That way I wouldn't feel guilty about not weedeating it down, which isn't likely to happen now.
Also saw Smokey the cat way out in the middle of the field hunting mice. They usually don't get that far out in the open and stay more hidden, although Traveler does go up and down the road. He likes the big old woodpile out by the front gate and stays down there sometimes. Once in a while he takes some of the "kittens" with him.
So ..... not much exciting news so far today. I wanted to drive up to Big Sandy to see the fall colors once more, but not a good day for that - probably not tomorrow either. Maybe by the middle of next week it will be nice again and the roads dried out. Maybe this is a good painting day?? I'll let you know. Maybe its a good day to make a pot of chili and some cornbread.
It's the birthday of journalist Brendan Gill, born in Hartford, Connecticut (1914). He wrote for The New Yorker for more than 60 years, publishing fiction, essays, and criticism. He said, "Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious."
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