Well, our beautiful Indian Summer Fall is gone and now we are back to our regularly scheduled Oregon weather.
Rain, Gray, drizzle, pouring rain, gray, mist, sideways blowing rain, and more gray. The other morning the church lawn across the street offered a nice misty photo opportunity with the mist, and the black birds and the light.
Then today I sat at the table eating my very yummy White Bean and Garlic + Sausage soup and staring out into the back yard watching the drizzle come down. And watching the drizzle steadily beat down my lovely potted King Tut Grass and the Purple Fountain Grass, soon its summer splendor will pass into a sodden, droopy mess. So I thought of this Haiku:
A drizzle falls slowly
while plants die
and a cat watches