Bringing you all the chicken poop that’s fit to print, and some as what ain’t.
Friends, Christmas arrived bringing in rare and unseasonably warm weather. Rain, tornadoes, thunder, hail the size of baseballs and flooding ! We didn’t see all of this ill weather but honey it was house shaking thunderbolts and too much rain here on the Farmlet. It rained all day Thursday, and today. It’s gonna rain off and on throughout the weekend and then storm again on Monday with more rain for the rest of next week.
This is a *terrible picture, but you can see that the neighbors light pole now stands in a lake of water.
And our neighbor’s property across the way was even worse!
For those who might wonder our property drains quite well and we are thankful for that!
The kids in the neighborhood hardly got a chance to get out and play with their new scooters and bikes before their folks had to round them up and bring them back inside. Glad I’m not a kid anymore. That would have killed it right there for me!
So, like the kids on the street we were forced to stay inside too and dream of sunshine, drier and more seasonable weather, and then turn on the air conditioner so we wouldn’t overheat the house with all that cookin’.
Bob was so excited about dinner that he wanted All Y’all to see we had a good southern summer picnic affair complete with roast chicken, tater salad, collard greens, deviled eggs, and apple pie a la mode! What else you gonna cook in weather like this?
He dug in soon as I snapped this picture.
At the end of our quiet day we took a moment to be thankful that we had good honest food, a roof to keep out the rain, and the best gift of all, the remembrance of God’s Son born in Bethlehem all those many years past.
Thanks goes out the Kathee, Bob’s sister, for the lovely Bethlehem village she gave us a long time ago! It sure cheered up this gloomy window scene.
Oh, I almost forgot!
Polly and Fredrik were delighted with all the rain, and said,
best Christmas ever!
As I finish this post I hear more thunder in the distance. I am tired, but will soon be sleepin’ snug as a bug in a rug” as my grandmother Pauline used to say. Well, that is, if that thunder don’t move any closer! 😯
*Actually, all the pictures are terrible today. It was just too dark and I couldn’t be still enough to get a picture without wobbling before the shutter closed. 😛