Maybe the groundhog was on to something. From that day to this, huge flocks of blackbirds have flown passed, sometimes descending to the treetops, chirping and squabbling to wake the dead. They fall from the trees like a rain of black leaves in a storm.
Twice this week, we’ve received rain of the liquid variety. A true gift in this drought, and there’s a chance for more around midweek.
While it rained, I played around in PSP (when I wasn’t reading, of course), and almost have another tag kit ready. I’ll probably post it tomorrow.