Here we are, another year. & very nearly a day late, but that's the kind of year it has been. I say this in the strong belief that is not the year it will be. I know I have made allusions, but the last few months really have been just too much. Surgeries, hospitalizations (unrelated to aforementioned surgeries), sick animals, sick relatives, sick trees; blah-ba-blah-blah-blah.
Enough about that & more about what is coming up. One of my dearest most fondest most often expressed wished may very well come true this year. That's right: it looks like it just might rain the whole of the July 4th weekend. Last night the neighbors tried to set off their usual barrage of stink & noise & it all fizzled! I could not be happier.
Completely forgetting what day it was, we moved the three mares to W*****'s back pasture around 8pm. On big fireworks days, this would have meant they were sandwiched in a four-or-so acre alley between the two fireworks houses. I really was not thinking. Then while I was checking the gates & the waterer (& W***** showed me her new ground cover roses-very nice) it started to rain. & then it really started to rain. Then it began to pour, until finally the sky opened up.
If I sound completely hard-hearted, these same patriots have no such problems during drought years when backyard fireworks are banned. Thank G*d they have friends&relations on the local police force so when those crazy neighbor ladies call the cops on them they can get those police reports lost. & nobody really used that old trailer anyway.
Happy Independence Day Eve.
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