Hey, Carrie. I don’t mind the gray when we get it here, it can be sometimes soothing and sometimes quite dramatic… but if it goes on for too many days in a row, I get a little squirrelly. I sincerely hope it’s not going to be one of those winters.

I kinda appreciate the gray and white skies and dirty old muddy freezing and thawing snowscapes here, partly thanks to my dog who loves to roll in anything – legs in the air, back-swishing happy in leaves, mud, snow, brown slush, dead fish by the drainage ditch ‘lake.’ But a glimpse of blue (and blue herons) always lifts my spirits like nothing else.