We’ve discovered a drive along the river where Great Blue Herons, Red Tail Hawks, and Bald Eagles come to hunt. It’s a dirt road with little or no traffic, except for the odd bird watcher like us. After a week of inclement weather, the sun peeked out yesterday morning, so I convinced Ric to take me out for a drive.
First, we stopped at a local craft show, where we ran into several of our neighbours, and stopped to chat. Then we swung by the grocery store, met more neighbours, and stopped to chat. By the time we left there it had started to rain.
“Let’s go anyway,” I whined. Too many days of rain was making me cranky. “I’ll shoot from the car.”
The rain had affected the river too, her banks flooded, her movement fast and muddied.
“Birds won’t be hunting today,” Ric said. “They can’t see the fish.”
Still, I wanted to go on, but within minutes the rain fell like globs of sugar water, and then turned to snow.
“I’m not ready!” Snow covers the world in a veil of white, blotting out autumn’s colours. It makes getting around more difficult for people like me who depend on mobility supports. It means colder weather.
I snapped a few pictures and we drove home in silence. Ric went into his office and I sat down at my computer. A few minutes later, he started sending me emails – possible RV sites to visit in Texas on our way to Arizona.
“I think we leave at the end of the month,” he said. “Get you back into the warmth.”
Can’t argue with that.
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