Saturday rain

Rain continues. The ferry calls through the fog that drifts over the harbor. It is beautiful out but definitely wet. The art fair is dripping, the farmer's market is damp, the grocery store was quiet with the tourists staying away and kids sleeping in. I should mind, but I don't. Softness/quietness in the midst of summer is always appreciated. The gardens, the grass, the fields, and flowers and all the little bugs and animals love it. The earth rolls on.