These are not gray

Dreary days, here on the Wet Coast. We've had rain, then after that, a bit more rain. Later on it rained.

Cat rushed the door as I arrived home tonight, screeched to a halt, then skittered right back from where she came.

Times like this I have to just shut my eyes and imagine all that lovely FREE water soaking deep, deep down into the garden. Why doesn't it rain like this in May, June, July and August? Tsk. The gods must be crazy.

Never mind. Pinwheels!! Ever so slightly out of focus ... to mask the December dust they've gathered.