Wet days

 

Plus I've been sick. Corner of Blue Ridge Rd, and Old US 70. When I turn left onto Blue Ridge Rd, then it will cross US 70 where the signal lights are. Just in case you wanted to check on Google Maps of something.  I mainly was interested in the great clouds.

They move pretty quickly over the mountains. But this had been Monday. By Tuesday, I didn't want to try to take photos...there would be swooshing rain, with a bit of wind, then a let up that maybe lasted 5 mintues, then back to rain. From downpour to constant sprinkle, Tuesday was difficult to guage. I had to pick up groceries and medicines...but was able to do so without using the umbrella I carried. My shoes are another matter.

Barbara's Bruschetta (is that the right term for this?) The only problem I had was with getting a mouthful without disturbing all the rest of the toppings. I finally gave up and ate with a fork.

Italian bread with olive oil drizzled over it, fresh cut tomatoes, fresh picked basil, parmesean cheese. I forgot to put the garlic on it. But it was great just like that.

Today's quote:

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. -Arthur Miller, playwright and essayist (17 Oct 1915-2005)