Today has been what the Irish call a "soft day". A friend of mine back in Newport (unfortunately deceased these last 7 years) used to own property in Doolin on the West Coast of Ireland, and he liked to tell how you'd get a day when the temperature was moderate but the air was about as wet as it could get without actually raining, which meant that it was too wet for the farmers to do anything in the fields. Along about mid-morning they'd give up any pretense of work and head for the local pub; they couldn't go home because then they'd only be underfoot while the wife was trying to get some work done in he house. So it was off to the pub, and the farmers would fill their pints and sit back and sigh, "Ah! Soft day, soft day".
Well, it was that kind of day here in Shippensburg today, and I think I caught a sense of it as I walked through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park on the way to the grocery store. No pint of beer here, though, just a nice strong cup of coffee when I got home. But the sentiment was much the same as those old Irish farmers. Ah! Soft day!