It’s another rainy day here in the Bogs. Rain, rain, rain, and more rain. It’s hard to believe the clouds can hold that much water. Just when I think there can’t possibly be anymore, it pours. Walls of water march across the pond. Buckets of it are dumped on the trees. In between, it mists and spritzes. Even when it seems like the rain has stopped, the air is so saturated with water that it forms a mist or fog that clings to the hair, skin, and clothing.
The earth is also saturated to the point that the ground has become one big puddle. There are places where it looks like new ponds are forming. Vernal pools, of course, have formed (or will be forming) in the woods. One of my goals is to spot a salamander in or around the vernal pools in our woods. I have a feeling that is not going to be an easy goal to meet.