Every part of Pino is wet, but that doesn't mean donkey kisses aren't available. The huge storm that blew in Friday through Sunday is waning...kind of. Sunbreaks followed by down pours. Ah, Oregon.
Today when the rains came again, I was caught off guard. It always takes a refresher course to get back into the swing of things with the winter rains. All the coats are wet and never seem to dry, muddy feet of man and beast abound, the damp chill doesn't leave the bones - it all comes back to you. A momentary depression can engulf you - will it ever be sunny again?
But with it comes the fire at night while the rain pounds on the tin over hangs. It's comforting somehow.
