Sunshine and Rain (or the lack of it)

Dark clouds filled the western sky this morning. I secretly resigned myself to rain and breathed a sigh of relief. I could stay inside with no regrets, no small child begging to play outside, no wondering what to do with the baby who came to stay for the day, but somehow, though the sky threatened repeatedly, the rain never came. I stayed inside anyway and baked a loaf of gluten free sandwich bread and made a wedding card, a very late one, for my son and his new bride, and I took a nap while my two little ones slept.

Tuesday afternoon Rocky and I took a short walk back into the orchard. She was carrying a handful of drooping dandelions and insisted that I hold her wrist as we walked so that I wouldn't "run away and get lost". I held her "hand" for most of our walk but eventually decided to cut the string. I didn't run off and neither did she, and we managed to make it back home without any major incidents.

Although the rain never arrived, a cool mist did roll in off the lake this afternoon, shrouding the orchard in a thick fog. It really is a pretty sight on an otherwise crisp and sunny afternoon. It was one of those afternoons where the lake, which on other sunny days appears sapphire on the horizon, disappears altogether. (The pictures are from earlier this week.)