The good news is we got about an inch of rain last night. That puts us at one inch for the year. No one complained about the power going out in the storm or all the new arrangements the wind made out of outdoor furniture and equipment. Everyone today was saying, "Thank God!" and comparing numbers--"We got about an inch here, what did you get?" "An inch and a half!" And today I think almost everyone I met was smiling!
The bad news is that sleep has been awfully shy of my big, loud family lately. If it hadn't been for the good news, tempers would have been shorter than a Hollywood marriage. Even the kids were happy about the rain, though.On a related note: frog kissing season has begun at last, as the storm brought out a handful. They are toads, actually, but each one must be tested for potential prince-ness without the finer points of species identification interfering with a young girl's quest for her happily ever after.
So, it's been a Tuesday of girls kissing frogs, boys painting mud racing stripes on the van, and the dog tracking mud into the house. That is how life looks after months of drought. Just give us an inch, we Texans, and we'll smile a mile wide.
When I was a little girl we would take coffee cans and catch all the little mini toads we could. We thought they were just the sweetest thing!
ReplyDeleteMe, too! I loved the little toads the best. Never thought to kiss them like my girls, but I liked to carry them around and make pets of them.
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