So far, it’s showered about 3 inches worth, and the shower is supposed to last all day. I could take a couple of shots at the folks at the National Weather Service, but that would be like picking on a cripple. Despite all the science, and Viper Radars, and the voodoo hoodoo, weather forecasting is still basically a crapshoot. The most accurate forecast I can recall was from George Carlin as Al Sleet, the hippy-dippy weatherman. It went something like, “light… followed by increasing darkness…”

In case you’ve forgotten, we’re only two-thirds of the way thru fall. Technically, winter is still 5 and 1/2 weeks away. By the time spring rolls around, we may be about as entertained by cold and snow as we care to be, but for today at least, I plan to bundle up at some point and go outside and enjoy the scenery. I’m just sorry I wasn’t able to get a photo of the 6-point buck that strolled across the ridge 20 feet from the back door at 5:30 am.