There wasn't much desire to get dressed and moving yesterday. The rain unleashed itself upon us like tidal wave from above. The rain was so encompassing that there was a wall of gray between me and the world beyond the front porch step. Looking across the street at my neighbor's house was like trying to see through parchment paper. It was gloomy, dreary, murky and a pall of gray made prospects for the day hard to imagine.
I peeked through the front door window to see how my flag was holding up as a lull came. I should have taken the flag down as it was getting harassed by the wind and water, but by the time I was aware enough to think of it, it was too late. My petunias created a sweet frame looking toward the flag.
