i went out this morning into what will most likely prove to be the last rain of the year. i have to believe any precipitation from now on will fall as snow. as beautiful as the droplets were that hung from the tip of every leaf, twig, and needle, i found myself wishing they were droplets of sap, announcing the end of the cold, not the beginning.

rain drops on spruce twigs

turtle lake, shoreview, minnestoa