And at times, all of the above at once. Welcome to the Berkshires, where uncatalogued forms of precipitation fall. While M was excavating in one garden, thunder heralded a coming shower. At times the west wind blew leaves horizontal, hopefully into another's yard.The above photo (click to enlarge) shows the changeable nature of our sky, as seen from Route 41, south of Egremont, where the Appalachian Trail crosses to the east. In the far distance, beneath clouds and shafts of sunlight, are the Litchfield Hills in northwestern Connecticut.
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