Fragments From Floyd

Title above is an ultimate assumption and hope, not an observation. I just awoke from a full night of hard rain beating down on a metal roof. We've not seen much sun all month, but not much precip, either. So while the somber drizzle of the past several days has helped neither the water table nor the efforts at spring cleanup so sadly needed in our yard and field, this morning's deluge I can't begrudge. We are a good 30% behind in rainfall for the year. You'd never know it as you drive down our road, rutted and re-rutted by the full springs that send across it the stored water from Charlie, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne of the last hurricane season. This is March Madness of the meteorological kind, and a reminder why I love the month of April so dearly!

I didn't set out to give a weather synopsis--only to post the sheeply picture that I resisted posting yesterday--Easter--when I would have felt compelled to preach, with the appropriate shepherd-lamb-sheep verses. Today, I'll say it makes me look forward to a photo-foray later this week. Ann is going Deeply South to visit friends for five days. T-dog and I will live the slovenly lives of bachelors. I'll be looking around seeing who I can pester for a meal, a beer, a conversation, a hike or drive in the country toting cameras.

Larger Green Pastures image is here.