And then the clouds pushed back. Now they seem to have reached a compromise – damp stragglers drifting unhurried, generally tracking east.
-2°C (28.4°F) Deep blue-gray clouds pushed back by the rising sun. Stiff, arthritic trees limber up, though they still crack like straw. And we have another bushel of pine needles to rake up after the windy days earlier this week. Like cat hair, I wonder how they can lose so much and not be bare.