It rained here today, hard. Although it only lasted a short time, rain is the only moisture that is the natural, the intended, the gold standard of all watering .
My father , as a dry land farmer, I believe would agree. That way of living requires the ultimate in rain hope.
After it stopped, it was as if some sort of rapid, time lapsed photography went into motion. Everything began to stand taller. In fact, I did too.
As I took this picture, I remembered that I used to stand in this very spot and watch and laugh as our girls ran and exercised their 4H lambs, back and forth in the yard.
Does rain, that has been storing up in the heavens and not visiting for a very long while, bring back sweet spirits of memories past? It did today.
Our crazy pug Sebastian, named because he was born in Sebastian, Texas, used to run with the girls, acting like he was in charge.
Thinking of Sebastian makes me smile. We entered him in the pet show at that year’s livestock show, and he didn’t win, but he acted like he did.
Sweet, raining memories.