Yesterday the rain was so heavy that I didn’t want to take the camera outside for a photo. Today, as you can see, the day is still foggy and gloomy, but at least the rain is down to a drizzle. You know the weather is pretty bad when another day of drizzle is good news.
The forest, apparently, loves the rain and is as lush as I’ve ever seen it. It’s as thick as a jungle, and I can’t even walk behind the cabin anymore. So much for my self-made promise of keeping ahead of the underbrush this year. It’s only mid-May and I’ve already lost that battle. The greenery along the side of the driveway is already brushing against the side of the car when I drive in. I thought I might get a chance to work on that this evening, but I’m watching thunderstorms march north on the radar, and I’m starting to think this won’t be much of an evening for being outside.
So far, I have managed to keep the forest outside of the cabin. The Virginia creeper hasn’t found its way inside yet, so perhaps I should consider myself ahead of the game. I do feel a bit as though I’m a character at the beginning of a horror film, one called Attack of the Green Forest. Even though everything is still normal, you just know it’s all going to go heck in another few minutes and stay that way for the rest of the movie.