Walt just pointed out to me that I picked a lousy day on which to have a birthday. It's not just raining outside, but it's snowing too. The snowflakes are big and fat and falling straight down. So are the raindrops.
By the way, 67 is my new age. I don't know if you can believe it. I know I can't. Even so, I just managed to snap a couple of photos out of the kitchen window to document today's malheurs.
I don't think the snow is supposed to last — but I am. I had always said it would be a cold day when I reached such an advanced age. Happy birthday to me.
P.S. Since I took the photos above, the snow has really started to stick.
Here's a shot of Walt and Callie leaving for their morning walk. Walt drew the short straw today!