Really a blah morning with spits of snow and ice falling out of the sky.
I’ll woof to you that there wasn’t enough moisture to turn the outdoors in to a mud bath, so I didn’t mind being outside too much.
By the afternoon there were even some peeping of the sun. But I was happier with my visits to the library to see Gene.
Sheriff George’s morning 12 years ago was much like mine. Though the Sheriff never seemed to mind rain or snow.
And Porter’s morning eight years ago was even worse weather with a little drizzle pushed hard by a lot of wind.
But, lucky for Porter the afternoon turned out mighty fine. Yup, Porter got to sun himself at George’s Pasqueflower Patch…
and ride the motorcycle to watch trains.