Gone fishing

Woke up to the sound of rain on the roof and a message from Yvonne asking if we were still walking.

My clothes were ready and in no time at all, I was too.

We got soaked through and were thankful to be alive.

At this spot we.were.looking at reflections and the ripples on water.  Yvonne was reminded of fishing with her dad as a child.

Yvonne gave me a cutting and some food for my African violet.