Yesterday I was finally able to get out of the house after a week of being home bound. After coming home Monday last I was struck with an awful sickness. I was not even able to stay awake for a few hours. There was pain in my muscles as well as a thirst that I could not satisfy. I felt this way for three days. Finally Friday I felt alive. I enjoyed my first cup of coffee, and had some toast and spent sometime outdoors on the deck. Come Sunday morning I had said to Jeanette I'm going fishing...she said it's raining and than she agreed it would do me good. And it sure did.
Like I said it was raining some when I got to the stream. Fishing in a soft rain can be so restful, and a bite on the fly is not even a requirement in the measurement of how wonderful a day it would be.
Wild flowers are blooming by the hour, and with the raindrops settling on them enhances the scene.
The day never did brighten, instead the rain looked like thousands of rising trout.
Several of my friends stopped by as if to say welcome back.