Yesterday was a bone chilling, wet, gray blanket of a day.

It was barely above freezing. with the winds blowing erratically, and a fine misty rain whipping around all day.

Dreary, m'dears, dreary.

I thought I would get to torch this afternoon but it ended up being an inconvenient time.

My mood got as dark as the skies. Eventually, I did get to flame and my frustrations turned into bliss. It's true, I had a stellar work session full of golden leaves, a giant hollow bird, a handful of blossoms and a new flock of iridescent crows.

Just look at this poor bastard worm, inching across my driveway through a near freezing puddle. I picked him up, barehanded, and put him in a nice spot in my flower bed.
Foolish matron, tree hugger, worm lover and unrepentant liberal - that's me.