The wind is gusting something fierce.
The rain is pouring down.
The low spots in the yard are mudpits.
How can I take my daily picture-taking walk?
When I can't see?
When I can't feel my hands?
When I can't even stand upright?
I don't feel like whining anymore.
The wind is still gusting something fierce.
The rain is still pouring down.
The mudpits are still growing.
But I found what I wanted to go out searching for ...Right on my own back porch step!