pluviophile . . .
We live and we learn . . .
Today I learned a new word when someone called me a pluviophile after they looked at the picture and the words I wrote about it. As soon as I was able, I quickly looked up the word and yes, I am a pluviophile.
Yesterday . . .
The simplicity of a foggy overcast day like this brought a calmness to my soul . . .
P.S. That little bird in the branches over on the right is a Kingfisher. More pictures and more about the day a little later.
Priscilla and I drove up to Ft. DeSoto on the word that there were lots of spoonbills to be seen there....but we saw only one, and that's okay. It was just so good to get out and we saw lots of other things. We drove through a rainy mist and watched fog roll in and out all the time we were there.
Today I learned a new word when someone called me a pluviophile after they looked at the picture and the words I wrote about it. As soon as I was able, I quickly looked up the word and yes, I am a pluviophile.
Yesterday . . .
The simplicity of a foggy overcast day like this brought a calmness to my soul . . .
P.S. That little bird in the branches over on the right is a Kingfisher. More pictures and more about the day a little later.
Priscilla and I drove up to Ft. DeSoto on the word that there were lots of spoonbills to be seen there....but we saw only one, and that's okay. It was just so good to get out and we saw lots of other things. We drove through a rainy mist and watched fog roll in and out all the time we were there.