The morning is like a soft cotton batting rolled over our little valley. Gray white fog fills all the nooks and crannies and makes things look soft. Our friend, the heron, is back in the pond. The pond that is not quite filled up and running over, but definitely looking better than it did yesterday morning. This morning is the first time I have seen the heron for awhile.
Cool temperatures are lovely. Grass looks green. Thank God for rain.