...or turtles. This little guy, a close relative of Mossy (of Oconomowoc fame), might be enjoying the fact that he is out and about in the dampness, but (word to the wise, little fella) winter is coming.

Pax did not consider today's mizzle or drist, or whatever you call it, true precipitation, so he didn't mind being out either.

Riverknoll in the morning—sewing, book-work, and library research in the afternoon.