Puffs

Rains . . .

August . . .

The two words just don’t go together here in south-central Nebraska. But then, Sunday morning, while in church in Deweese, the rain came.

While being grateful for an inch of rain (more or less, depending on where you live) in August, I was reminded of a thought an “old” farmer taught me many years ago. “An inch of rain in August just doesn’t last as long as an inch of rain in April or November.”

Thankful to receive the rain, but ‘mud-puddles’ were few on Monday morning.

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