The dreary eastern view stays the same from first to last light . . .
I'm not complaining, mind you. The rain is soaking in and building up the water table; all the trees are drinking deep; and the sound on the metal roof is wonderful. But it's challenging for photography.
Yesterday I drove the car to the grocery store -- my first time driving since the knee surgery, and, counting two doctor's appointment, only my third time out since coming home. John rode with me, just to make sure I didn't have any problems.
Going into the grocery store was momentarily overwhelming -- flowers! Fruits and vegetables! It reminded me of how my older son, at the age of two, absolutely adored the cereal aisle -- all those cartoon characters and bright colors in a row, like a carnival might break out at any moment.
And today (oh, the excitement!) I will solo -- driving alone to the Marshall library for a meeting of the board of trustees. There's glory for you!