Warmest Saturday morning I can remember--but then, I can't remember much. Somewhere east--maybe Mason City or so--rain was falling, rain they, like us, probably don't need. A hump of clouds kept the sunrise from irridescence, and when it finally slid from under all that moisture, it lit up the land almost half-heartedly.
No matter. There's no shortage of color out in the country as of late. The emerald remains as royal as it could be. Very nice.