All summer long (off and on) we wished for rain. Of course, we didn’t want rain when the hay was down, or when Dad was doing the pinto beans, but there were times when the sun beat down without mercy and the temperatures stayed above 100*…even as high as 106* for DAYS!
It was at those times we prayed for rain. Please send rain we would pray…all of us. The Plants, the rocks, the animals, all.
But the rains didn’t come.
It’s fall now and guess what?
THE RAINS HAVE COME!
Big fat drops…not just a few big fat drops but MANY and Much and lots so much so it’s hard to gather any sort of news at any point on the farm!
Although, I do try!
There isn’t any news on the very wet lawn. I check every time I go outside.
There isn’t any news out by the haystack yard
Or the cornfield
Or the Butler Bins
Or down the long, long lane to the house
There really isn’t any news when it’s raining so hard I can’t see my paw in front of my face
JOY BE!!! HOWL!!!!!
Mom and Dad have company and now there is
Boomer Beaglie Brown
P.S. Mom wrote the forest service about that big fire up behind us—this the answer she got back—- “the fire will burn in the interior until it receives a great deal of moisture. It is contained, just not entirely out. I hope that explains it?”
So, Mom and I think we need LOTS MORE RAIN! But up there on the Plateau, so that big awful fire will die and go away!