The broken sky repairs my spirit

The dog's body language says " Hurry up"

Wednesday morning the sky looked like a painted ceiling as the dog and I walked to the east on the paved road.  The temperature was 36 and the humidity was holding steady in the 80 percent range.  The dog was really happy about the cool temperature and was ready to run.   While he ran far ahead I walked along taking in the scenery along the roadside.  Most of the trees are now bare and ready for winter and the summer grasses have turned yellow after the freezes of the past few weeks.  Our recent bouts with cold weather are a taste of what is ahead for us at the end of the month of December when it can turn very cold, or at least it seems that way to me.    Usually at the end of December the temperature will begin dropping into the freezing zone each night and will with a few exceptions continue that way until the middle or end of February.  Nothing is certain with the weather here though and we may see record breaking warm temperatures on Christmas day and then have record below freezing temperatures after new years day.    At this time of year you never know what you will need to wear outside  so you need to have your summer and winter apparel always at the ready.

A more beautiful sky in Grand Bay I have not seen in a while.

 The dog and I made it to the east end of the road and stopped to look at the field where Zig-Zag the bull resides.  Zig-Zag now spends his day wandering around sampling the big wheels of hay that are scattered around the field.  I imagine some volunteer winter grasses will be coming up soon but until then he will have to eat the hay bails.  As I said earlier the sky was the main attraction of Wednesday's walk.   The high broken clouds were scattered in a thin layer across the brilliant blue sky in a way that reminded me of broken pottery.   As I write more and more of these daily blogs I am beginning to realize how many beautiful and peaceful mornings glide past and are lost forever with little more than a passing glance from us the occupiers of the planet.   I hope that what I write will give to the readers a sense of the miracle of the dawning day.   Please go out and enjoy it.  Bye.