There's fog along the river this morning—not a lot, but enough to make everything soft and indistinct. The vernal world seen through a misty veil. The forecast says a fifty percent chance of rain. Seeing as how there was a light shower moving through when I got up several hours ago, I say it's already one-hundred percent, though the weather pundits declare such matters in mysterious ways, bending words and definitions into meanings I've yet to figure out.
Tomorrow is supposed to be partially sunny, then showers for the all of next week. The wildflowers and burgeoning greenery, certainly the toads, peepers and their kin now calling from the bogs and backwaters, will doubtless appreciate the long drink. Personally, I wish it would hold off a bit as I'm just now easing back into the swing of things, outdoorwise. After more than a month of severe pain that ratcheted up and down by the hour, wrecking my sleep and ability to rest, turned typical two-hour writing stints into all-day ordeals, and worst of all, kept me from getting out and about to explore the wondrous progression of my favorite of all seasons—and the reason I finally had to take a hiatus from blogging—finally…finally!…I seem to be getting better.
Heretofore I've managed—by gritting my teeth and popping pain pills, and usually sweating bullets as I tried to keep my mind focused on the task at hand—to keep up on meetings, work, doctor appointments, and necessary errands. With only a couple of exceptions, I mostly pulled it off…though just barely. But attempting any fun things beyond an expedition to the rocking chair on the deck or the side yard flower beds, was out of the question. Yesterday, however, I was able to get out and poke along one of my favorite nearby trails, enjoy the wildflowers, make a handful of photos. I didn't have the energy for more than an hour, but at this point I'll take whatever I can get—and the best part is that I didn't pay an excruciating penalty afterwards.
I've missed posting, missed your comments and conversation—missed sharing my little corner of the world during this most glorious time of year. Consider this my foggy morning return…and yeah, it sounds like the title of a bluegrass tune.