(The title is a lyric from ‘Rain’ by The Beatles)
Here we are in the second week of non-stop rains, snow flurries and hail. Forgotten tools are rusting, puddles are appearing all through the garden, so are ruts from wheelbarrows, and bicycles.
I have seen imprints from three coyotes on the move in Oaks Wildlife Refuge, ant colonies taking residence in our domiciles, cats on porches hunkering down, waiting for better days. I do not have that choice.