Another American Adventure: Rainy Day

Monday, September 27, 2010

Rainy Day

wonderful rainy day.

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BarbaraSeptember 27, 2010 at 2:57 PM
Lovely photo, wonderfully moody. It is rainy today here, too, and will be for a few days. The tree outside my living room is glowing yellow against the grey skies.
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beth cioffolettiSeptember 27, 2010 at 3:49 PM
I just love this rainy, gray weather, Barbara. I suppose it could get tiresome, day after day, but for now, I'm soaking it up!
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Sally ClaySeptember 28, 2010 at 3:34 AM
I think that steady rain gives one a chance to rest and meditate without effort.
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beth cioffolettiSeptember 28, 2010 at 3:49 AM
me too!
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.