Drought or deluge. Fires or floods. Our relationship with water in North Texas tends toward hyperbole. Until recently we were so dry that fires were springing up and burning thousands of acres. Over the past three days we've received almost ten inches of hard rain, causing floods.
But, we're all well here at the White house. Lots of water, but no floods. Wet weeds went wild while we whiled away the hours indoors. Chuck paddled the wheelbarrow around the trampoline for fun. Soccer games were cancelled. Jennifer, our oldest but smallest Bichon, ran to the back door and barked at the thunder about a hundred times, but she's such a small dog that I don't think the storm was intimidated.
A good rain is, well, good. We needed a good spring cleaning to wash away the last debris of the old solstice and make way for the new equinox. As a child, I loved playing in the rain. I even wrote a little poem about it several months ago. See:
it's just water. it won't kill you.
feel the breeze
warm
on my neck
and the rain
nice
on my face
and my hair
sticks
to my cheeks
and my socks
squish
in my shoes
and my jeans
cling
to my legs
and the street
runs
like a stream
and we all
splash
and we laugh
Thank you all so much for your kind wishes on our anniversary last Thursday. We had a lovely time, no doubt in part for the warm, good energy you sent our way.
Hello, friends. How are you?
Later. Love.
