A Wet Day in Paradise

When you look our my window it looks like snow. The sky is cloud grey just a few feet beyond the edge of our house. Earlier today I emptied my rain gauge of another 6 inches. That is the 3rd time since early December that I had done that.

Freedom

Freedom suppressed again, and again regained, bites with keener fangs than freedom never endangered.

Marcus Tullius Cicero (born over 2,111 years ago)