One misty moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather

I chanced to meet an old man, clothed all in leather.

He began to compliment and I began to grin.

“Well how do you do” and “how do you do” and “how do you do” again . . .

I loved reading old nursery rhymes to my boys when they were small. While working on the photos that I took early Sunday morning, that old limerick came to mind.

Our weekend in Maryland was soggy for the most part. Friday dumped a whopping 6.5 inches from the skies. Roads were closed, creeks were running high and wild, but somehow we made it to the wedding in Philadelphia. Saturday it only rained about an inch, but it was a steady gentle rain. We’d heard that Sunday was going to be beautiful, but when we woke, it was dismal. I found the beauty in it, though.

After my coffee, I dressed and took a big plastic sheet and a blanket outside to take photos. You know, just in case I end up seeing something on the ground. From the walnuts in the first photo, these were all taken with my macro lens.

I love how the moss and lichen stand out against the dark of the trees when it’s wet. I just think it’s beautiful.

This little bug was quite upset that I was so close to it. It seemed to be agitated. I wanted to say “watch out ~ there’s a huge drop of water above you”, but I don’t speak bug.

When I opened up the photo in Photoshop, I saw that I’d taken a photo of a baby katydid. At least, that’s what it looks like. For the grownup version, check this photo [link] I took last year.

A droplet of water on my sedum plant.

More lichen, droplets of water on a blade of grass, dogwood bark, and standing under the turning leaves of the dogwood tree out back.

It’s all beautiful.

George is beautiful too, with his frizzy fur!

The day turned into a picture postcard by late morning, as evidenced by my post below. And speaking of that . . .

I just want to say that it always surprises me no end to read your comments when I write about silly, simple things like washing and waxing my floor, or having cheese and crackers in my yard. You make my day with the things you say. And for that, I thank you. Hello to all the new faces I’m constantly seeing, and welcome to those who have been reading and following my blog all along. It feels like home when you come by.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .