A day of teeming, interminable rain
which reminded me of the opening line of Jane Eyre......"There was no possibility of taking a walk that day"
Even a local rabbit looked damp and despondent.
So we sat in the drawing room and played Scrabble as Spring looked on
as did Summer
and Autumn. History does not relate what happened to Winter.
The next day the rain had abated enough to allow for a walk in the woods
though everything was terribly soggy.
