Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
It's a gray dismal day as the sky hangs low over the banks of the Grand River. What's left of the snow is a dirty mix. I'm in the midst of writing and suddenly something catches my eye over the edge of my computer screen. Once again our resident mink brightens my mood. No camera in hand, but here's a sketch that will do.