Towels of optimism sag on the line, dragging damp toenails down in the mud.

It's been a fine, dry fall, but that's all over now. It was raining like blazes at four AM and it hasn't stopped since...I think I just saw Noah.

Interesting stuff down at the bottom of the driveway. Big, fat cow pie right by the there.

First thought....Moon? Bama? Cinnamon?

Then Liz takes a closer look. Nope.

The pie fell right between the tire tracks of an Amish buggy.

Somebody leading a cow somewhere. You'll get that.