Today the light rain sometimes blurred into “showers.” Alexa said, when she told me the weather, “Don’t let the rain get you down.” Early spring, Sunday, but no gardeners because of the rain. My feet got wet, but the colours and haze kept me walking forward to see what else there was to see. A pain of red gloves, and a worktable of some sort in the woodlands behind the garden. I wanted to stay but my wet feet wanted to go home.
