Drippy

I can hear the soft drips from the gutters where I'm sitting...clink, clink, clink.

It'll be an all day affair if the meteorolidiots are right, turning to snow later when the mercury dips below freezing...at which time I may venture back out and snap this same picture of the pergola's underside, as these droplets would have stretched out into more impressive ice fingerlings.

Or not...it is rather damp and bone-chilling.