|Canada Geese eye me and Baby Dog suspiciously in the early morning|
This week has proved to be one of those changeable weeks that included a 40 degree variation in temperature and a lot of overcast and rainy skies. Yesterday afternoon I even had a fire for a few hours. It wasn’t horribly cold but it was horribly damp, and the fire soon took care of that. I have spent some time outside, though not as much as I typically do. I find it hard to foray through the woods when rain pelts my face and drips under my rain jacket. I come home damp and the dogs come home wet. I easily convince myself it’s better to stay inside.
The rain, however, makes for lovely sleeping weather. Most nights it’s been warm enough to leave open a few windows and cool enough to snuggle under a blanket, all the while listening to the soft sound of rain on the forest leaves outside. To me, that is about perfect. The only thing that could make it more perfect is if I’d been in my sleeping bag in a tent, possibly with dogs (as long as they were good).
Few sounds are as lovely as the sound of a soft rain on the forest leaves, lulling me to sleep. I’ve had plenty of that this week. It’s not as lovely during the day when I’d prefer a foray in the woods, but I can’t have everything. This week the rain was my lullaby.