Islands in the stream
The rain keeps fallin’ on my head …
… and rushing through the bottom pasture.
The kids and I daydreamed about jumping in a raft and sailing away. Mark my words … some day I’ll have a photo of them doing it. They have plans.
Eventually the water slowed and the mist began to rise.
A soggy world, positively vibrant. There’s nothing like the green, green grass of home!