We got a little rain yesterday afternoon and last night – enough to thoroughly wet down our valley, but not enough to produce any runoff. My weather station is down at the moment, so I don't have a measurement. My best guess is about a quarter inch.
The dogs always like these wet morning walks, as they can smell so much better under these conditions. I suspect that every blade of grass and every grain of sand has an odiferous story to tell them. The three field spaniels certainly acted that way – they wanted to spend an hour or so at each interesting repository of smells, which was about every half inch.
Race, on the other hand, just wanted pine cones. He appeared to take pleasure in the fact that they were cold and wet, crunching them with a bit more delight than usual (and that's saying something!).
No stars or moonlight this morning; it was completely overcast...
