It's Raining, It's Pouring

Springtime in the Berkshires has not been as full of daffodils and chirping birds as I recall it. Rain and hail yesterday, with a short period of thunder and lightning. Today, rain and high winds. I've been staying at a friend's absolutely lovely lake house about 20 minutes drive from Kimball Farms (where Dad is); this morning before the rain started it was gorgeous in a Japanese print sort of way: the lake is still iced, but the ice is melting; there were fissures everywhere, which made it look like the surface of the moon, rugged and ashen. Above that, morning mist rising off the icy lake. Above that, a pewter sky. Not encouraging but pretty.

( On the Dad front... )