Puddles (some small, others quite large) are standing in roads and yards. Water droplets are clinging to leaves and branches. Fences and gravestones on Howard Street are glistening. The sky is gray and the day is quiet --almost somber. People are slow to be out and about. It's the perfect day to stay indoors, curled up on the sofa with a good book.
(A note to Bob -- The answer to your question about William Howard's children is posted with yesterday's journal entry.)
[Our current monthly Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of Kunigunde Guth Howard, published June 30, 2005. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news061505.htm.]