0.67 inch of rain. We'll take it.

The husband brought me back some chocolate raisins which are to die for. 

I eat a few each day - as a treat. 

It lightly rained on and off all day yesterday. Nothing really to write home about but it is moisture. At this time we do not need a downpouring or we'd be in trouble with mudslides and flooding. 

The forecast has us with 2 more days of impending rain - and then back up to sunny and warm. And god-forbid a lot more humid than we are used to. 

Everything looks so green though - the earth just welcomed the raindrops - and thanked us all with their display of green splendor. Amazing how you can water and water and it takes a lot to be green - yet let it rain, even if it is only 0.67 of an inch and every living plant starts greening. 

We've had a lot of smoke due to nearby forest fires. The fresh outside air's sweet fragrance is intoxicating. 

I remember when I was a child, watching like Bonanza or the Big Valley - and they would be in a drought and then they would get a downpour of heavy rain and the people would jump up and down declaring that the drought was over. 

Well, it isn't that way - I don't know if it ever was. It takes many inches of rain to fill our reservoirs and watersheds - Our annual rainfall is about 33 inches yearly. We have a long way to go - 

I was supposed to do a pot roast yesterday but didn't get it in the oven soon enough - so that is what we're having tonight. It smells so good. 

I started the Fall women's Bible study at my church last Tuesday. When we broke up into our smaller study groups, and everyone introduced themselves, every one of them (12 of us) except a younger gal who is pregnant and myself, was a widow. These are not old women. Mixed ages.  That was quite shocking to me. 

I am blessed to still have my husband. I know I don't say it often enough as I should.  I am grateful for him and while I can be very independent and enjoy my alone time, there were times, this past week when I missed his presence. I made sure, once he came home to let him know that I did miss him. He knows how I am, and that he can go away for a few days rest assured that I am fine and content - definitely not needy; but I am sure it still is nice for him to know, that he was still missed.

Autumn Rain

by David Herbert Lawrence

The plane leaves

fall black and wet

on the lawn;

The cloud sheaves

in heaven's fields set

droop and are drawn

in falling seeds of rain;

the seed of heaven

on my face

falling--I hear again

like echoes even

that softly pace

Heaven's muffled floor,

the winds that tread

out all the grain

of tears, the store

harvested

in the sheaves of pain

caught up aloft:

the sheaves of dead

men that are slain

now winnowed soft

on the floor of heaven;

manna invisible

of all the pain

here to us given;

finely divisible

falling as rain.