The old saw “Rain before seven, clear by eleven” might describe this morning, if the holes in the clouds ever stop cl... 0 ▲ The Morning Porch 2 hours ago · Life · hide The old saw “Rain before seven, clear by eleven” might describe this morning, if the holes in the clouds ever stop closing again. It’s humid. The oaks still hold at least half of their leaves, but nearly everything else is down. Commenting on Bubbles has been removed. Why? If you want to talk about this post, write to the author, use the comments on their blog if it has them, or reply with a "RE:" post on your own blog. Suggestions? feedback@bubbles.town
