It’s more like mud season here than winter. Ice is melting off every roof, bouncing off whatever gets in its way until it soaks the ground. It finds its way down the back of my sweatshirt when I open the barn door and drips on top of my head when I reel in the clothes line. And it plays a constant song.
Lovely, calming sound of the water dripping off the roof. I could listen to that all day.
Thank-you,
Sue
Vancouver, WA
So glad to hear people are liking it Sue. I loved the simplicity of the image and sound. Good to know I”m not alone.
Thank you for sharing this, especially for those of us who don’t get to see stuff like this!
Aloha!