Into Every Life. . .
Ordinarily, I'd extend an invitation to you to Yesterday afternoon was an exception. We had a booming thunderstorm and my garden was fit only for ducks. There's a creek behind my house that flows into a big pond on the golf course. When there's a rain deluge, the ducks delight in waddling upstream to the little footbridge that crosses the stream to give access to the ladies' tee. They jump in there and surf the current down to the pond. They were probably having a grand time yesterday. I couldn't tell. I could barely see the pond, the rain formed so thick a curtain. Could it have been the dreary day that made me feel so tired and out of sorts? Gray isn't my best color. "Into every life a little rain must fall." I'm just thankful the rain I'm getting is of the wet variety. Lots of people aren't so fortunate.