For a while now, our weather has been a bit unusual. Most years, late summer sees us in a drought which is no fun whatsoever for the garden. This year, however, the total rainfall has been unreal. The area usually sees about 65 inches during an average year but we surpassed that at the half year mark....and are still counting. While this creates problems for folks in low-lying areas, we are safe from rainfall flooding. It simply runs off into the Bayou or Bay. That is the advantage of living on a hill. Oh, it is raining as I write this...imagine that. It seems as if each day starts with dark, threatening clouds overhead. Is it strange that I love this weather? All too soon, it may turn around to where we are all wishing for rain.
This morning, the sun struggled to peep through the heavy clouds. As it did, a soft golden glow spread out over the waters near the pier. Sitting back, I breathed in the fresh morning air and gave thanks that I am able to live where I do....rains and all. I am sort of isolated from the woes of the world. Morning has broken. Rejoice and be happy in it. Appreciate what you are handed.

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