Calling and I had needs must go – to paraphrase John Muir (“The mountains are calling and I must go”, which is actually only part of a phrase written to his sister upon his return from a hard two-week trek in the mountains)
It didn’t matter that it was raining cats and dogs, or hemp cord (French) nor frogs (German), I HAD to check a few of my more mild (and paved given the weather) paths.
“My” mountains are still there – beautiful even in the bad weather.
|Above, in and out of the clouds|
|water falls literally everywhere|
|usually just a trickle|
|yellow to punctuate the gray|
|more yellow to cheer us up|
|I too could do without all this rain - makes me mournful|